A Dream Like Mine

I awoke after a lovely 12-hoursof sleep, not wanting to open my eyes, so that I could linger in the memory of my dreams. They were dreams of old, dear friends, and crushes I have had, and days gone by—days when it was enough to believe that love could be salvation, a source of enough happiness to make the pains of living seem a bargain.

Though my eyes are open now, I still wish I could hold postpone facing the current realities of life so I could linger in these memories all day, and feel hopeful again. Instead, I have about an hour. I’ll take it.