On a wintry January night, I had a dream
Of you and me, of us asleep.
Your hand’s on my waist, I hear you breathe;
Holding my teddy bear, I feel your heartbeat.
Our hearts are connected, not skipping a beat.
I want to open my eyes, and watch you sleep;
But if I do so, this scene may flee;
Then I’ll wake up, from this dream that makes my heart bleed.
Written on 1st February 2014.
A small lamp left on, casting a warm, intimate glow.