Dreaming

I am literally only sleeping enough to have precise and vivid dreams 
about the people I spend my waking hours exceedingly attempting to mentally evade.




It was one of those I'll show you tossing and turning sort of nights, 
your bed seeming smaller than ever before. 
I woke up looking down at you,
I woke up against the wall,
I woke up with my hand on your back. 
Blankets, alarms, and all we could say to each other was 
the extend to which we could not.