so that's what you dream about?
the dream of love
is a two-hearted dream
Bat for Lashes: Sleep Alone
XXII
I don't know if it was a dream.
Or maybe just parts of it.
I don't know if I'm still dreaming.
If any of it was ever my dream.
Or if it's always been his.
All I know is it's raining when I open my eyes in Grim's bed.
My knees hurt.
And he's gone.
