Hold Me

I wake up from my nightmare just to find myself stuck in the next one called reality. I'm shaking, clinging to my sheets, blinking into the darkness. Suddenly the door opens and dimmed light is pouring into the room, painting the wooden floor golden. I wince at it falls shut, the sound is like a gunshot in my ears and oh, it must've shot me in the chest because I can't move as he walks over to my bed. "It's okay, love, it was just a dream", Warner says, sitting down on the soft mattress. He pulls me into his arms, presses my head against his beating heart. 1, 2, 3 heartbeats and I don't move. Fingers stroke my hair back and wipe away the tears that are streaming down my face like warm rain in summer. His breath tickles my skin as he whispers in my ear. And it's so easy so easy too easy to believe the whispered "I love you`s" and I'm such a stupid little girl to let them make my heart race and my hands tremble and my mouth forming "I love you too". If I could just move to turn around to kiss him but I'm dead, I got killed in my nightmare a few minutes ago and now I'm dead because all these emotions are killing me right now. But someone must've made a good wish for me because I'm so lucky he does it for me. He leans down and suddenly there's just lips and heat and darkness and my heart is a bomb, why else would it feel like it's about to explode? He's everywhere, he's the air I'm breathing, he's the blood rushing through my veins, he's the only thing holding me together. Seconds and minutes and hours pass by, even though I beg them to stay because I want to stuff my pockets full of them to pull them out every once a year to remember the feeling of his lips on mine. He's giving me everything back, all the touches, kisses, hugs I never received in my life and I never thought it could feel so good, but God it does. It's tearing me apart, I'm in pieces, I'm a mess, I'm dissolving in his warm embrace. But he doesn't seem to mind.