You know when you dream of someone,
and for the next few hours,
it feels like you got to know that person more,
even though everything isn't real.
That you feel you could tell them their favorite color,
the exact shade of their hair,
the smell of their skin.
Even though you don't remember what is it of them you dreamt about.
The feeling that the other person is closer to you,
Or holds an intimacy with you,
only because they appeared when you are asleep?
It's funny how dreams work out to be that way.
They make you believe what isn't real for a moment.
That you aren't this dumpy teenage chick waiting for someone to love you.
You were invincible.
Hell, you were cool in your dreams.
You walked like you owned the world.
You smiled at people you don't know.
And you fall in love with someone who doesn't even exist.
Not anymore.
I woke up today.
For the first 10 seconds.
I wasn't where I am now.
Not in this room with my striped sheets over my legs.
Not in my red shorts, and lion mane.
Nor my wooden floor and purple walls.
I was with you.
On some random island, some random beach.
Drinking some random red drink.
In some random bikini.
At some random tiki bar.
Why do I wake, feeling that I have to find you?
That you're out there somewhere.
That I know what you're like,
but I don't know who you are.
Dreams,
Such strange things.
Goodnight.
TUNING INTO: Self Inflicted - Katy Perry
An ocean of emotion,
it rips me wide open.
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