How It Should Be

Sprawled across the bed
Hair mussed up from the pillow
Chest rising slightly as you breathe
Taken half the covers, caught around
Your legs, though the thin sheet
Doesn’t leave much to the imagination
Your arm resting in my empty space
When your eyes finally flicker open
They search the room for clarity
Before landing on mine
And you smile.
As if life is only a dream, my dream.


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