My subconscious keeps inviting you to lay your head on my pillow. And I wish I knew how to stop it because waking up without breath makes me fall again.
You’re just a dream now. A better picture than you ever were. You’re still good at coming and going considering I never know when you’ll enter the night with me.
But it always feels comfortable. You’re always perfect. So perfect that I know it’s a dream. But I hold on to every moment.