Your World

I dreamed of you again.

You came to me, you held my hand, and you called me ‘Angel’. You made me coffee, and you lay down next to me, and the world was forgotten. In your arms, it was safe to sleep. In your arms, everything was brighter.
You told me that you’d wasted too much time. I didn’t care at all because, after so long, I could lose myself in your world.

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