Normally, I wake up mid-sleep. I didn't this time. I did actually, but just that once, just the once to get to her.
And we're in the backseat. and she's most precious. Just a taste, just a taste.
"... Do not hurt her"
I know, I know; I won't. She will, once I wake up. Hold my hand, just a taste.
And in a maze of buildings, And in a maze of rooms. All white, pink, & pastel.
She's pink & pastel. Most Precious.
Coiled like cats beneath her blankets inside a freezing room.
"Hey" with a smile. Mostprecious. "...hey."
And she was gone.
"... I don't want you to leave"
Yeah it looks as random as a polar bear race down Manhatten, but it's not. It's simply made for me to relate to, but I thought it was artistic (I pump my ego like that sometimes) enough for others to enjoy and interpret.
As usual: thanks for reading, and God bless you, my friends.