I caught a glimpse of what I didn’t see
in my dreams last night
and it might as well have been a nightmare
despite the absence of a monster
because I woke up haunted by it;
I woke up with its claws stretching the pores
on the muscles within my chest
from the outside in,
lodging the essence of itself inside of it
even though it doesn’t fit.
I woke up from a dream
that I know is reality.
That’s scarier than any nightmare.
I had a really vivid dream last night, in which he was my boyfriend, and we were dancing in a book store while time traveling with the Doctor.
I approve. Good job, unconscious, good job.