I dreamt of you last night.
And I woke up late this morning.
I know it was because I didn’t want to leave the dream.
And now that I’m up and done dealing with the immediate consequences of running late – my mind is struggling to leave you behind so that I can focus on all the other things I have to get done today.
And for one moment by the kitchen counter as I was waiting for the kettle to come to boil, I thought how great it would be if you weren’t in my life. If we had never met. If I had never loved you. If I didn’t want you so much everyday…
I would actually be able to get things done, because I wouldn’t be so sad thinking about you.