Late Night Feels

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I dream about you in the 2 a.m. light when the sky's painted black and sun's still tucked in tight. I find your touch in the back of my mind, smooth fingers across skin like a skater on ice. Your laugh is engrained into my memory, and it smothers me whole. I am held by a ghost, limbs tangled with mine, the faintest of breathes echoing far and wide, but close enough for me to recall your fluttering eyelids. I find comfort in this- even find shelter under your arms- til the sun struggles through a blanket of clouds, peeps through the blinds, and sheds light that you are gone.