I close my eyes and envision this:

A dream of reality or what my mind makes of it.

I dreamed of you last night.

I woke with a pillow in my arms and a smile on my face.

You in my mind.

Then I was a little upset, I realized it was just a dream.

I am consoled with the knowledge that you too sleep and wake in the same manner.

With a desire to sleep and wake and hold and are as unable to as I.

Part of me smiles at that.

If I suffer, so do you.

You maybe more.