Don’t wake me because I am dreaming. I am drifting between the sheets, floating through fields of wild flowers with bumble bees whizzing about, under a sky so blue only the ocean can compare, dotted here and there with the fluffiest of white clouds.
Don’t wake me because I am holding your hand. Walking side by side you giggle at the beautiful day and the bees and I cannot contain my smile; it starts to hurt, but that’s okay. Your long auburn hair flows in the breeze as you spin and dance among the wild flowers.
Don’t wake me because it hurts. Dreaming dulls the ache of the regret from my mistake, my annihilation of the good and prospect of the fantastic. Fear, loss, pain, shame. That great, hot, long sticky summer still plays out in my dreams, where your laughter eases my mind, and our bodies touch as we lay out under the stars.
Don’t wake me because I don’t want to awake. I prefer the sweet lie of the dream to the bitterness of reality. The cold shuffle through life knowing you are out there but you are not mine nor by my side.
Please wake me with a kiss and save me from this dream that is becoming a recurring nightmare…