I woke up staring into my pillow. It took about half a second to realize what had happened and where I was. I felt my throat tight and my stomach turn. It wasn't true. Any of it. It had all been another brilliantly fabricated dream. I dug my face into my pillow and let out a few sobs.

I had experienced one of the happiest moments of my life just minutes earlier, or had I? It all had felt so real. The emptiness I now felt had me considering going back to sleep to make the pain go away. What would the purpose be? Go back to sleep only to wake up and cry over her again later. No. It would be an endless self-imposed paradox of pain.

I turned over and stared at the ceiling. I fought back the tears and forced myself out of bed. I felt like I had just lost my mother. I felt like my dog had died. I felt like my best friend had just told me she had terminal cancer. I felt like I had just lost the woman of my dreams. Oh wait, I had just lost the woman of my dreams... by waking up.

Sigh.

I'll see you in my dreams, my love. I'll be waiting, for the day when dreams may become reality. And in the words of Brad Paisley, "Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind, waitin' on a woman."


Current Mood: Heartbroken
Current Music: Making Memories of Us - Keith Urban

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