things are calm here.
small, warm waves ebb their way onto shore. the sun isn’t quite all the way up yet, the shadows in the trees aren’t intimidating, and you’re next to me. a slight breeze slivers across the beach. you take me into your arms and kiss my neck and ear. I fall perfectly into your chest.
instead, I wake up alone. cold, unmotivated, and staring at my blank ceiling. it’s been three years since you fell into a sleep you would never fully awake from. I wish I hadn’t woken up today, either.
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I wish for that first paragraph to happen.
Maybe those sweet dreams are his way of reaching out to comfort you.