Only Sleeping

"Please don't spoil my day
I'm miles away
And after all,
I'm only sleeping..."
~John Lennon

My subconscious reminds me, in the middle of the night, that I long for personal contact. I miss romanticism and all it has to offer. I miss the friendly touch of an interested hand. I miss the delightful conversation of intrigue. I miss a lot. Somehow, lately, my subconscious has been providing me with all the things I'm missing. Three consecutive dreams involved men (of no importance; men I've never seen before) yearning for my attention. Nothing too dramatic; just the normalcy and fluttery of the honeymoon stage. In the days following, I've desired to return to my dreams, if only for a moment, to experience the sensation felt during the trip: Dreamland. An abstract world, where there are men longing for the same things I am; only to visit me in the privacy of my dreams, where I wish the whole world could see. I wonder if my dream man will find me, or if I must continue searching behind the lids of my eyes, beneath the slumber of the night, without clue nor control, just like in life.

Sweet dreams.