I fell asleep and dreamt last night.
I dreamt that I woke and was surrounded by darkness. the brightest darkness I had ever seen. There were only stars. Me, and nebulae, and supernova. They wrapped me in their dying light, and I thought "how beautiful death must be."
I stayed alone. Alone.
I felt the movement pushing me, and pulling me. Time was passing, and I lay, floating, uncaring and unaware. I dreamt that as I floated in the lit-darkness, you floated down to me. Inky, black wisps of hair hung over your eyes. The stars surrounded you, too, in their light, in warmth. Your heart beat so loudly I could hear it, even at this distance; especially at this closeness. You shone.
You leaned down, you kissed me. I saw the streets of Paris, lit up like constellations; I could smell your cigarettes; hear your voice, clearly, as you said "Look at those shimmering lights. Je t'aime, mon chérie. Tu as illuminés."
I woke up. There were no stars. You were not next to me.
I woke up.
Layla's pictureeee inspired the crap outta me.