The dream is over.
My feet woke with a start, feeling the cold hardwood floors.
I got my towels, and proceeded to take my shower.
The water started running.
My feet relished in the coolness of the water.
Closer and closer I got to the water.
A cool heaven cleansed my face.
Orange-lilac smells around me.
The shower is over.
My wet feet touch the familiar hardwood floor
Clothes are scattered everywhere.
I slip on the simplest, red shirt.
And the gift of my boyfriend's chain.
My feet slip into my ratty converse.
My hands feel the coarseness of the laces.
I stood up at 6:30 A.M.
I look at my white door.
My hands feel the cool doorknob.
The door groans in protest.
The air startles me.
The dew on the grass sparkles.
I turn and see the familiar sights:
Buildings, lights, sunset.
I take in my surroundings.
Everything is beautiful.
I feel a hand on the small of my back.
It's him.
I smile.
He smiles.
We gaze.
Madness happening around us.
Lights, cars, trains, pedestrians.
His lips meet mine
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