Sweet Dreams are made of this ?

He plants soft kisses on my cheeks,
lovingly strokes my hair.
Gazes at me.
He’s saying something about glasses and birthdays.
Then, without warning, I’m in those loving arms,
the warmth of him, such bliss.

*RIINNNNGGGG*

My alarms resounding from my phone, its not actually a ring but some instrumental that doesn’t scare the sleep outa me.
Agh Nooooo…. 5 more mins…
Can’t I be in those arms for 5 more mins???
Dreamland clutches at me a lil’ longer and I drift back….
But he’s gone…Again.

It’s just me and my sweetdreams.

30 March 2006