The wake in the dream.

Well I woke up at five pm, I slept the day away.

My body knows I needed it, I couldn't stay awake.

The dream I had was floating on the surface of my wake,

Then I remembered everything, but everything was fake.

I dreamt I woke up in the house I lived in 'till I was four,

You were there, you were a friend, someone that I adored.

I wrapped my arms around you in the comfort that you shared,

Then whispered that I loved you, my voice told I was scared.

You never gave me a reply but simply held me close,

Before I knew it we were living in a house of our own.

We shared that place with strangers, who ran an orphanage.

It was a peaceful little place that had a common touch.

As silly as it all did seem, I could not really care less.

Regardless of where I would live, with you I seemed at best.

There were no arguments because we both lived our own lives,

Simply being content with being by each other's side.

Then I woke up in my own bed and soon I wore a smile,

Even if it wasn't real, for a moment you were mine.

But I never gave it as much thought as I did after that dream,

It appears now as if these are the things I felt but didn't see.