last night i dreamt that you kissed my cheek. we were laying next to each other and you were telling me about someone you had prayed with and ministered to at school. i felt for a moment as though i were loved, truly and wholly, without reservation, and that sensation of being touched that way... if i had been awake, that feeling of peace and contentment would have surely sent me straight into pleasant dreams.
i woke up trying desperately to return to sleep, with Mraz asking me, "how can you sleep at a time like this, unless the dreamer is the real you?"
eff you, Mraz. eff you in the ay.
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