Wake up.

This morning I had a lovely dream. A lovely dream about a kiss. But now that I think about it, it was probably a message from my inner consciousness. It was my conscious telling me what I already know, but want to ignore. 

It was you, watching me sleep with a little smile on your face. You knelt down close to my face, softly put your fingers through my hair, and kissed me so tenderly, then whispered in my ear, “Wake up.” 

     I did wake up. I woke up just wanting that to be real. Wanting you to be there by my side. But you weren’t. And I realized, I needed to wake up. Just as you had said in my dream. 

Wake up. Wake up.