Dreaming

I love dreaming.

Sometimes, when it's dark, and quiet, and too late in the evening for activities to carry on, I wander across the floorboards of my house. I drift up the stairs, careful not to step on the creaky spots. Sleep floods my eyelids and my arms grow weak. I crawl down the hallway, my legs far too heavy from a long day. And in my mind, I see your face. I see the way you stare into the distance when you adventure to far off places, places I want to journey to with you. I see the way your lips daze and confuse me. I see your arms, wrapped around mine. And just as the stars peek out through the vast purple that scares the sun, like clockwork, I wish to dream of you. And as my head hits the pillow, I close my eyes. And when my breathing has evened out and my body relaxed, I see you once more, reaching for me, calling for me. And for a second, it's all so wonderful. For a second I forget that I'm dreaming. For a second, I pretend it's reality. For a second I feel the existence of "us." But, the sun regains its strength. And this time, it is the sun that scares the purple. And once again, I wish to dream of you.
But instead, I must open my eyes, and wish away the nightmares.

Author's Note

Not my best writing because I only spent a couple of minutes on it, just wanted to post something.