I could smell her. She was close by. Or more so, I thought she was. Maybe it was just a dream again. I wanted her near. Waiting to feel her soft, silk like skin. Only to hear her smooth voice.
It wasn't real. I had to wake up, face the normal day, and be punished. If only she really knew. She doesn't. I'm not at all great, I dont see how she puts up with my shit. We don't llive together, hell we're way far away from each other.
She completes me, though. Making my life somewhat tolerable. Being beaten is tolerable only if I get to talk to her. I feel free, like nothing could go wrong. Until something does go wrong.
Maybe that's why I wanted to move. I forgot I had planned to leave a long time ago, now it's all coming back to me. I wanted to get a place of my own, a ways away from what I call 'home'.
Clearing my mind and waking up, I realized it was a dream. I couldn't smell her rich perfume. I couldn't really see those beautiful brown eyes. Most of all I couldn't have her in my presence.
Only place I could 'see' was talking to her through the phone. Not being able to hear her voice. Nit being able to hold her fragile, little, body.
Maybe someday.
Just not today.
