It was odd, that morning.
Dreaming of you has such
strange consequences. I think
I shook in my sleep; you terrified
me. You lifted your shirt
a little and let me see a sliver
of your hip. I wanted to wake up
and when I did, I was desperate
to go back asleep. As soon as I closed
my eyes, you were there again,
and things were happening.
Things were happening around us
and near us and by us. Or, by you.
I was mostly paralyzed. And again,
I needed to be awake.
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