I awake and the pillow is empty, except for an indent where your head lay.
I examine it with my fingers and heart. I've been lying here all day
The moments rush by of dreams disturbed,I saw you running away from me,the enthusiasm is curbed.
I feel the anxious sweat clinging to my frame, I used to run freely but now my legs are so lame.
I lay in a bed to uncomfortable to bear, wait I realise, there's a golden hair!
It was all just a dream, then why so real? A hair from a dream girl that made me feel?