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Saturday Mornings
Water, waves, crashing against my face
The light of the sunrise slowly seeps into my dark window
Blurred vision, I hear screaming, suddenly
I realize I’m dreaming.
Deep I fall into the never ending blue,
I can feel the cool water surround me,
drown me,
pull
me
under
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s
Sinking into the darkest depth
The abyss
I’m still breathing
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Breathing in the darkness
Blue smoke touching ever surface
Of my so, sleepy, lungs
Pale skin
A shiver
That leaves my spine open
I hold my breath a second too long
My body no longer sinks
Firmly planted on the ground
I try my best not to make a sound
Suddenly my body takes over
This is not my own body however,
For my hands have bee exchanged for paws
My toes, claws
I run on rays of yellow-green sunshine
A slow motion picture of a life passing by
Grey and black flash across the scene
I jump but its gone
Too fast for my clumsy new feet
I turn to look for my prey again
This time, Im back in my bed,
Out of my chaotic head
I feel your embrace
I’m in the arms of a familiar face
A familiar place, a familiar space
Rose petals for lips
Graze my head
Your fingertips
Comb through my hair
Brown, long
Like the last fallen leaves
Of a willow
I open my eyes
Light really is shining through
The large window
At the corner of my room
My eyes still sleepy
I use my fingers to see
Arms and fingers stretched out wide
I search through my covers
Looking for your soft hands
And rose petal lips
Yet, my hands come back empty, and
Across my bare back
Cool air
I shiver

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This work is simply based off of bits and parts of dreams I've had. I wanted to keep it in a dream like state, so people reading could imagine it through my own perspective.