Daily Archives: December 14, 2015

When Waking Up is Not as Good

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half awake daydream
dozing fantasy
half asleep pleasures.

i am tired.

slipping into my dress,
into sleep,
into a void dream
or a mirrored, half-nightmare.

i dream about men i’ll never have
about places i’ve only ever seen in heaven
about my mother, my uncle, my grandmother.

i am on the train.

i dreamed we ran all around the city
adventuring.
and at the end of the dream i was sitting in a dark room
watching the security cam footage
of myself waiting for the train.
i saw him walk over to me
and put his hands lightly around my waist.
i watched in that room,
having no memory of it.
then my hazel eyes
adjusted to the sunlight
and i smiled in the morning,
knowing i had lost a great deal
of something unrecoverable

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