Just a Dream

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.

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