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Whoever said there is only
one side to a story said it wrong. So wrong, that nobody said it.
I Love sleeping. I Love
entering into a world where life is touched-up perfect.
Where like in the movies,
even if bad occurs, it is thwarted daringly.
Such are my nightly
dreams.
Nightmares occur too but I
Love my dreams and I Love it for the pleasant ones alone.
But lately, sleep has been eluding me.
It is the stress about Tuesday.
He leaves and I am terrified
of an impending month without his presence.
At least, this time so.
As much as I wish he didn’t
have to go, now I can’t wait for him to leave.
I am anxious about the
goodbye hug and to get over with the overbearing emotions.
So then I can finally go to
classes, write my notes, come back home.
So that I don’t have to constantly
think about the frightening goodbye.
Accept that the moment is
over, and SLEEP peacefully.
Alone, yet peacefully throughout this cold cold December.
