317: Warm Dreams, Cold Days

He wakes up and she fades

into a world of dreams and hopes

and undying devotion.

She waits

at the corner of his vision, taunts

with her very existence.

He wants nothing more than to return,

to bed down and fade away along with her,

to dream a life of joy and peace

and never ending days

in the warmth of her embrace.

Reality flushes him awake

and dunks him in the grey light of morning.

Mist lies outside his house

and the fireplace is dark.

His coffee is bitter

as he waits for the night

to return him to her arms.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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