In my dreams, I see your smile. In my nightmares, I saw blood but in my imagination, you were beside me, holding my hand.
In my stories? Heh, you lived...
In my dreams, I see your smile
"Wake up, dummy... You still need to revise the draft," A soft voice whispers in my ear. His fingers creating soothing patterns on my back.
I turned to face him and hugged him closer, nuzzling my face into his chest.
"I don't want to... please just let me sleep. Just this once," I heard a faint sigh before I felt a painful pinch in my arm. I opened my eyes in confusion and in rage, "What the heck, Keith?"
He smiled.
And that's when I really did woke up.
In my nightmares, I saw blood.
I opened the door to the apartment, "I'm home," I spoke.
Nobody replied.
"Keith?" I checked the rooms and when I did, I was horrified of what I saw.
There he was, on the cold bathroom floor, passed out and a red liquid seeping through his nose and mouth.
In my imagination, you were beside me holding my hand.
Something warm was wrapped around my hand. When I looked at the source, I find you smiling innocently, your hand intertwined with mine.
In my stories? Heh... you lived.
