I sat up in your disheveled bed
In a pool of sheets.
You moved to match my position
A tentative touch of fingertip on my bare shoulder.
My throat was ravaged by sleep time terrors.
"Hold me"
I begged
Commanded
And asked all at
Once.
"Go to back to sleep, it's late."
Was your reply.
I pretended that the words wrapped around my body in comfort,
Yet all they did was further distress me.
I refused to let the teardrops cascade down my face.
Closed my eyes in a feigned slumber.
And imagined I was elsewhere.
