• i stay still,
    i see nothing.
    that raises my other senses.
    i can hear every little sound.
    his light breathing,
    the small thumps from the cat,
    the wind blowing against the window.
    i can feel everything.
    the texture of the blanket,
    the smoothness of his bare arm,
    the small tickle of wind
    that made its way through the cracked window.
    my taste has heightened
    the coppery taste of blood
    from biting my lip.
    i wont scream,
    i cant
    it will wake him
    i cant scream about anything.
    the dream,
    or should i say nightmare,
    was about him again.
    not the one next to me,
    but the one from my past.
    his giant hands covering my mouth,
    so i wouldnt scream and wake the others
    his breath against my ear,
    all this
    i cant get it out of my head,
    it plays over and over again
    like a movie that you never want to see
    i let out a small sound,
    and he rolls over,
    his eyes are brown,
    not the green eyes from so long ago,
    his hands are smooth and comforting against my skin,
    they are not the callused hands that felt like fire
    he knows what the dream is,
    he holds me in his arms until the sun rises,
    whispering against my skin that it will all be okay,
    that man is gone,
    away in prision,
    and i realize that he is right.
    i hold him tightly
    like he will disappear if i let go
    and i feel so much better...