I cling to my dreams.

These aren't the typical day dreams though.

These are night dreams,

which have all the essentials of a day dream,

but are not.

These dreams are more real.

I feel.

I taste.

I smell.

You can't do that in day dreams

...not really.

Daydreams are easy.

All you have to do is imagine.

And then you're there.

Whisked to wherever your brain

can imagine you.

And you can be doing,

Whatever your heart desires.

Even now,

I still wish I were asleep.

Because I want it again,

I wish I was back.

Back in his arms.

Back on his lips.

His touch.

His taste.

His smell.

Those dreams felt real.

And not in the least bit like the lie

of a daydream.

Night dreams are different.

They don't let you choose.

You are where you are.

Whisked to wherever your brain

unconsiously chooses.

And only sometimes

Can you do what your heart desires.

Oh!

To sleep for one more hour!

To no longer be denied,

That which I most desire.

Because in my dreams

I'm in love.

In love.

In love.

In love.

The two words feel wonderful.

In my head, on my lips,

In my heart.

But love doesn't work like that.

It doesn't let you choose.

You get what you get.

It can't be earned.

It must be mutual.

Which is why, in my case,

I cling to my dreams.

I cling to my dreams.

These aren't the typical day dreams though.

These are night dreams,

which have all the essentials of a day dream,

but are not.

These dreams are more real.

I feel.

I taste.

I smell.

You can't do that in day dreams

...not really.