What is this place!? This is my room! oh cruel fate! Why hast thou plucked my soul from my subconscious paradise? There's no two ways around it, this is a pillow beneath my head, and this is the warm, cosy blanket that has warmed my bones for hundreds of nights, wrapped around my body snug. I cannot stand this!
I must face the deceased duality of my consciousness.
I must accept that I have woken up.
Now I am to walk this Earth alone, for the only person worthy of a place beside me shall forever onwards be lost in a forgotten dream!
Oh I remember the surroundings i was in, I remember what she was wearing and the way she approached me. I'll write countless poems about the way that she danced when she moved, intentionally or not. I'll remember the warmth of butterlies congregating somewhere secretly in my stomach when her world entered mine, but...
Her face. I will never again recall that face.
Is she ugly? Is she old? Does she have one eye? Do her lips sit vertically on her face like a Picasso masterpeice? I am left only to assume that the beauty of her facial features was proportionately gorgeous to the perfection of her physique.
I will never know, for this was to be experienced one night in a place to which I have no controllable access, no key to let myself in whenever i choose for a cup of coffee. To visit. Oh how i loathed such indications of commitment just twelve hours ago. Such horriffic fates must conspire against me to make it so that now I would leave my own universe for a key to her house. To her life.
My life no longer has a purpose, other than to spend my days wishing there would be some way to see that face once more. To fully enduldge myself in the presence of such a sublime aesthetic exponent.
She is gone. The time to keep my eyes closed and linger in this dozy world between sleep and awkake is drawing to a close.
Slowly and wearily Jim's eyes opened, he took a moment to fully ensure that he had indeed woken up in his own room, -on the off chance that he would wake up next to the leggy blonde from the dream he had left twenty two minutes of intense longing ago- and faced the day. He acheived this formerly believed impossible feat by receiving a kiss from his wife as she entered the room with a smile, holding his breakfast; bacon and eggs, shaped also like a smile, decorated with a glass of orange and a cup of sweet tea.
Greedily he took it from her hands, without thinking to thank his '{WIFE} (WAITRESS} Please tick one option.' for once again proving her willingness to love, honour and obey an inconsiderate, little boy.
"Cheers luv" Hemanaged to say, after four or five mouthfulls with all of the affection he could muster.
She on the other hand, continued to smile in spite of his ogarish mannorisms, safe in the knowledge that she had woken up that morning a very satisfied lady thanks to a visit in her dreams from me,
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