Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of the other books in the series, or Bella, or (sadly) Edward.
This poem was inspired by Bella's consant worries that one day she will wake up and Edward will have only been a dream.
It is also my very first publication on , not to mention the first time I've displayed any of my writings to such a large audience before. I have
many more poems coming and maybe even a story. Please let me know what you think.
Am I Dreaming?
I wonder, am I dreaming?
For, I know, this cannot be
Things like this just don't happen
To clumsy, plain old me.
It must be my imagination
When you flash that stunning grin my way
It's probably meant for someone else
I bet you made their day.
I think I'm going crazy
When your gorgeous eyes gaze down on me
Such a fortunate occurrence
Couldn't be a reality.
I must have made it up;
Those loving murmurs in my ear.
And when you take my hand in yours
It isn't real, I fear.
My unconscious is going wild
Pretending that you said my name.
Now you're covering me in kisses
I think I'd better end this game.
I know that I am dreaming
And though I wish I didn't have to,
It's time for me to wake up
There are things I ought to do.
I stretch and yawn and rub my eyes
And run my fingers through my hair.
It really is a surprise to me
When I find that you're still there.