Whenever I am awake early in the morning, I think of you still sleeping. And I wish I was there to see how peaceful you look in your sleep, to see how your eyelashes look drooped against your pale skin, to climb into bed next to you and hold you. Why does your bed have to be so far away from mine?
I am going to ignore last night's dream. It is not one I want to write down to remember. I am not going to accept it as a warning from the universe. That is the one thing I am not willing to listen to.
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