About Last Night

Last night, I was enveloped in the sweet embrace of sleep, drifting through a world where reality bends to the whims of imagination. It was a blissful slumber, until he invaded my dreams like an unwelcome guest crashing a party. He didn’t ruin my sleep because he was there; no, it was the cruel reminder of what once was that shattered my tranquility.

In that dream, he emerged as the man I once adored—the man with a heart of gold, overflowing with kindness and tenderness. He reached out to me, his touch igniting a fire that had long been extinguished in the waking world. As he pulled me close, his lips met mine in a passionate kiss, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if time had rewound, returning us to those precious moments when love was new and intoxicating.

But alas, dreams are fleeting, and reality has a cruel way of asserting itself. I was rudely awakened from my reverie, torn from the arms of my phantom lover, only to find myself alone in the cold embrace of an empty bed. The warmth of his touch evaporated, leaving behind a bitter taste of longing and regret.

It was a nightmare disguised as a dream—a cruel joke played by my subconscious, taunting me with what I once had and lost. Even though we no longer cross paths in the waking world, he still haunts the recesses of my mind, invading my most intimate moments with memories of a love that was once so real.

So you see, even in the depths of slumber, he has the power to stir emotions I thought long buried. He may be absent from my life, but his presence lingers like a ghost, haunting my dreams and reminding me of what could have been. And as I lay there, grappling with the bitter sting of reality, I couldn’t help but curse him—for the pain he caused, for the love he took away, and for the dreams he continues to invade, leaving me restless and yearning for something I hope to have again.