WRITIN’S FROM MY GALFRIEND #1

Every night when my head lay in my pillow, and my eyes seem to be closing, It’s like some other pair opens. The one that sees beyond what the world witnesses. The one with which my soul communicates with me.

What do I see?

I see you coming slowly towards me. I feel your lips closing in on mine. I see your eyes searching deeply into mine. I feel them gazing down at my features. I remind myself to breath. I see me sleeping sweetly in your arms. Tightly cuddled, like in swaddling clothes. I can’t move. I don’t want to.

Now did I sleep sweetly?

Until I wake up to you everyday; in the swaddle of your arms; your bare chest my pillow; your face to kiss soon as my eyes open for a hundred years and more to come. I would never sleep sweetly.

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