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.

~HonestLynne