Warmth grows in the dark.
I grasp the down feather pillow
in my arms and breathe into the sky
blue folds.
I lean against it and feel safe.
I sigh.
And mumble,
I knew you still loved me
But when I awake I realize
it isn’t so.
For I hold my pillow.
A lifeless being
with my warm breath
and body heat.
Not you.
I turn over and fall back asleep.
To remember the times when
it was so.
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I love the idea of, "but when I awake, I realize it isn't so"; it's so true. I hate having a really wonderful dream and then waking up and realizing that it's not real. That's one of the worst feelings ever, because for a moment, you have this hope, where you're like, "I knew it all along" and then you wake up, and you realize that your mind made it all up. I hate and love those dreams because I think, at least I got to dream about it, but then I wish it were real, too.
"breathe into the sky blue folds"
mm
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