Awakening in a pool of my own sweat,
‘It was just a dream.’ I say as I’m trying to catch my breath.
You know when you just wake and your trying to piece everything together for five minutes?
Well that was me.
It was all like a blur to me,
In one dream I’m playing in a sports tournament with people as my teammates who I’ve never met in my life,
And in the next I’m laying down in the backseat of a car in the middle of the night,
It’s moving?
I’m moving.
As I begin to sit up,
A familiar voice is heard,
It was her.
‘yet she can’t see me’.
Not having full consciousness I turn to see who’s in the passenger seat while she drives,
A man?
As his hand holds hers,
And I see the rings that match one another,
I slowly begin to fadeaway in the backseat,
Til I awake.
After Dark Poetry 