Last night you were twisting in and out of my dreams. They were warped, they were almost like you were still with me.
The house wasn’t the same, and neither were you. It was off, somehow, but I remembered how it felt to be warm with you.
I was half awake confused about why you weren’t beside me. I was half asleep trying to remember what was supposed to be.
I’m still struggling to awake my mind to truly see. Things have changed, they are torn asunder. Your arms and your sheets are only part of my dream; this haze I’m living under.
Try to wake up. Dreams have a way of showing you what you’re not. You’ve got to wake up and see. ..it was only just a dream.