Cupidity
I fell asleep tonight.
You were there.
When you found me, you ran to me and threw your arms around my waist. You had tears in your eyes from crying. Then you look into my eyes. They sparkle and beam and the knots in your throat lessen when you kiss me and hold me. I lay my head upon your shoulder, my sences leaning towards your neck. The sent is so comforting that I only hold you tighter and in my world as if your sole in my one world you seemed so placid. Then you pull away from my grip and look me in the eyes again, frowning a bit. No, no, please don't change your mind. And as I think this the feeling rushes back into my heart as the gore and wretched pettifogging bliss I had once felt remains there still.
Then I awaken.
My face is moist with dreamed begot tears and I feel you wipe them from my face. It is then that I realize that it was I who calmed myself. You are nowhere in site. You are once again in my mind, where you will be the soon coming night. You will only show your love, then expunge the festive warmth with the ever cupid emotions.
I see you in the real world, but it's just like my dream.
It is like this, and will always be like this.