Pocket dreams

A Poem by Kiki

When I slumber, it's you I dream of. Hazy breaths rushed on each others lips, fingers lost in lust, desperately grasping for ground, heart beating rapidly, racing against the clock, a glimpse of your mouth, your panting chest, hair, a glimpse now fading and you're blinking
Slowly
Unable to understand the rays of sunshine piercing through your blinds, the raging sound your phone makes, screaming at you to wake up, to go shower and get dressed, to make it to work on time this time around. You glance to the side. Empty. And your heart sinks deep to your stomach. Also empty. It feels like Tuesday.