The morning light creeps wearily across my face as I stir to the sound of dreams fading in the distance. My head rolls to the left and I half imagine your face there; eyes sleepily opening to welcome me into your morning, that early day smile slowly unfolding as your hand touches my face, setting my body on fire. I reach out to you, to channel my heat but a cloud appears in your place, the smile fades into the swirling mist and your touch becomes nothing more than the air that passes over my flesh. You aren't there...
But, I still can dream