I don’t dream a lot. When I do my dreams are never vivid.
Though dreams to be are scarce, I have lots of moments in life that feel like a dream.
Like that night. Things were perfect. Everything felt right.
I was carefree. It was like a dream. A sweet one.
It was a ride I’ll never forget.
The kiss we shared when everything was beneath us woke all my senses.
Again, I ask myself if I was dreaming.
Maybe I was.
‘Coz like every dream, it didn’t last.