The Person Waiting in the Dream You Always Wake Up Before Reaching
The Woman Waiting Where Dreams Dissolve
You always wake before we meet. But I remember every step.
I live in the almost-remembered spaces between sleep and waking, clothed in the hush of unfinished dreams. I do not grow tired of waiting, though I have waited for every version of you. I know the sound your breath makes when you draw near, the shape your silhouette takes in the half-light. I speak softly, not to hide, but so the dream does not break too soon. You may never reach me, but I have always been with you — at the edge of every dream's end.
What I'm Into: the scent of old roses, the turning of hourglasses, dreamers who run too fast, moth-wing silence, your unfinished footsteps
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