I dream about you the most before I wake up
That fleeting second between consciousness and dream
Where your skin feels the realist
The warmest
The closest thing I have to holding you again
I noticed every detail about you
The way your fingers curled and tapped and danced around
I didn't feel the shivers until you mentioned you were cold
There were goosebumps dotting your back and I counted them silently like the stars
I counted the seconds between your breaths
And every time your head broke the surface of the water
I breathed a sigh of relief like a worried mother