I have a dream I never told you.
A dream in which I wake up next to you,
day, after a day, after a day.
A dream in which this little act of waking up
sets the tone to my whole day,
be it a rush-full city day,
or a slow moving vacay day.
A dream in which the feel of your warm body,
and a sight of your beatiful face,
makes even the darkest mornings as bright as breezy summery day.
...
There is just so little I need.
You,
next to me.