Oddly waking too early for an ordinary weekend, I noticed I laid beside this beautiful creature covered in white cotton and smelled of roses and honey. In the view from here, her hair shimmers against the golden streaks seeping through the baby blue drapes. I watched her sleep and made into account her every movement. Every breath she took was in moments from my point of view. I couldn’t help but not sense her. So I lightly touched her shoulders and leaned over close, moved her hair aside and hang it by her ear.

I slowly began to speak and said, “Wake up beautiful, you can stop dreaming about me because I am here now.”

She didn’t seem to flinch.

Not an inch of her porcelain skin wrinkled in her supposed response.

I knew right then and there that I was right where I was supposed to, beside her. I can still remember how she loved fiddling with my fingers before going to bed. She would flick my nails and made noises with it. I would get so annoyed that I would grab her by her waist and try to tickle her to submission. She would laugh so hard that she would snort in every high pitch scream she made. Trying to get me off, she would try to hit me as hard as she can but I wouldn’t budge, I wouldn’t let go.

When you love someone so much and you just couldn’t explain why, it’s hard to let go because you are dying to know the answer to that question.

I didn’t care about knowing anymore.

Loving her was rewarding enough.

I moved in closer so I would catch a better glimpse of her. I had my cheek as close to her as possible then I kissed her and said,

“Loving you was a dream.”

Then I woke up.

I wasn’t sure at first because everything felt hazy. I looked around the room and it looked different. It was dark outside. I looked to my bedside table to see it was 2:15 am and as we all know nothing good ever happens after 2 am.

“It was getting real every time this happened.”

Then I sat down at the side of the bed and looked outside. The world stood still against the flickering street lights.