Fever

As I laid sick in bed, my temperature rose and grew to a point that I could only think of, no dream of one person, I dreamt of her lying beside me. I dreamed that her hands would curl my hair away from my face as she would whisper sweet nothings into my ears.

Oh, how I yearned for her to gently cuddle her arms around my torso as she would gently lean in to kiss my lips, worried to break or hurt me worse, how I’d melt into the gentleness of the kids as I’d wrap my aching arms around her in response

I’d dream that when I was with her, the whole world would melt away as the only thing that mattered was me and her, then and now. But back to reality. I was hot, sweaty, and alone.

It neared past 3:00am as I still desperately awaited a response message to a message I never sent. Which left a pit in my stomach as I was deemed unlovable and alone to myself.

The dreaming of her being beside me would help but, nothing was like the real thing. There was no replacing the girl I had yearned for, irreplaceable isn’t even a strong enough word to explain how much I wanted her beside me, the real her beside me, not just a dream this time. I wanted the real thing, so badly did I yearn for the real thing.