I slip into
a sweet change
in your room,
close the shades
so the light
barely comes in,
flickering
slightly
as the curtains
flow slowly
back and towards me.

I love the breeze
from your window.

I hold your hand
hoping this
is not just
some dream,

hoping
the coins
I tossed
in the fountain
made my
wish for you
finally come true.

But as your
soft hand
slowly slides
down the side
of my face
heading toward
my chest,
as I lose my breath
with excitement
and arousal,

You disappear.

My crusted eyes
flutter open
as I try to clear
reality.

Frustrated,
I try to fall
back asleep
so I can restart
that perfect dream scene,

but I am awake
and alone.