Hugged

Who I really am

I was dreaming

You tell me that you are in the city for the night, if I felt like driving

Before so much as processing the entire message, my mind is racing, gears turning trying to find my way to you

I anticipate going, in my head, but never respond

I'm in a blurry house

I am standing in a large, open room, vague and gray-ish, and I am thinking about how awful it would be if someone were there with me

Moments later you are there, and I am horrified, but not surprised 

My mind is going faster than before now, flying through the list of reasons I am embarrassed and ashamed of myself.

I can feel you looking at me, examining, as you draw closer. I am nervous, and uneasy, you come up to hug me.

As I wrap my arms around you, my mouth attempts to make certain there is

Is no pause or room for doubt

I looked closely into your eyes to see if you still want to be here
upon seeing me