Dreaming of You – Sarina Paris
Poem from Colette's POV
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First Struggle
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What makes a day special?
I still can't believe how long it's taken me…
But I finally found a nice, simple answer.
One that I think applies to everyone.
Everyone has their own reasons, true…
But for the most part, we're sort of alike…
We all seem to want something…
And it is in finding that, which makes the day special.
For me, it's being with the man I love.
Of course, he's not always cheerful…
But I try my best to put a smile on his face,
Even if it takes a slip and tumble down the stairs…
But you know what? He laughs…
And somehow, I erase the sadness and hate he feels.
It's like magic, really…
How something so silly can make him smile…
And of course, when we snuggle at night,
There is something so warm and comforting…
Just feels so "right" to be by his side.
And to feel so safe, so secure…
And it's such a wonderful feeling,
Sleeping by the one I love so much…
It's almost like a struggle against the cold,
The darkness of the surrounding night…
But you know, all good things must come to an end.
For me, that happens at the moment the sun rises.
When Lloyd wakes up like clockwork,
Leaving me all alone in bed…
Oh, how I HATE mornings!
Everyone says they're the best…
The most cheery part of the day…
Where'd they ever get that idea?
I can't stand them…because every morning,
I am greeted by the absence of my love.
I get up, groggily, and slip into something…
And wobble down the stairs, trying to pick a breakfast…
I set up the cutting board, and grab some bread.
I can't slice very straight…but I try.
I get some kind of thing to go along with toast…
And it's never ready when Lloyd comes back…
Mornings are the worst. The sun,
For all its cheery brightness,
Can go and stuff a curtain. Really.
I want more time with Lloyd.
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This morning, I was most fortunate.
Lloyd stayed up late last night, making something,
And for once, he didn't get up at the sun's calling…
I see him beside me, as I wake groggily.
Seven in the morning, in the middle of dreaming of you…
(Get up, get up…a new day is calling me…)
I smile inwardly. For once…!
I get to sleep in with my best friend…
He's sleeping like a log…but who cares…
It's always so nice and snuggly…
Seven thirty-five and your body's still next to mine…
(Don't stop, don't stop…I don't wanna wake up…)
I tuck myself back in, pulling the covers over us.
I'm not letting this moment go for anything.
I wrap myself around him, hugging him snugly,
And try my best to go back to sleep.
Dreaming of you…
Lloyd mumbles something…
And for a moment, I panic.
Did I just wake him…?
What have I done…?
Seven in the morning, in the middle of dreaming of you…
(Get up, get up…a new day is calling me…)
I watch him finally relax, and doze again.
I can only smile. Almost impishly, I might add.
But for once, I'm really happy with the morning…
Because it hasn't taken Lloyd away from me…
Seven thirty-five and your body's still next to mine…
(Don't stop, don't stop…I don't wanna wake up…)
I try to go back to dreaming…
About what, I'm not sure…
And I could care less this morning.
I have my dream in my arms…
Buzzing in my ear, it's the alarm and it's oh-so-loud…
(Get up, get up…a new day is calling…)
And…oh, grr. I can't sleep…
And what a time for insomnia…
I close my eyes, yawning…
And as I do, Lloyd shifts again…
Never gonna make it to the bus on time; it's too late…
(Too late, get up…don't stop…)
No…Lloyd…don't get up yet…
I'm not ready to start my day.
You can't leave me, Lloyd…
Not like this…not again…
Dreaming of you…
(Get up, get up…)
(Get up, get up…)
(Get up, get up…)
Just once, I want to sleep in with you…
So we can enjoy the morning together,
And actually enjoy the warmth of morning.
Not waking to the bitter cold…
Dreaming of you…
(Get up, get up…)
(Get up, get up…)
(Get up, get up…)
It seems that he hears my thoughts…
For a moment, he starts to move…
And then, he just relaxes,
Rubbing my hands, and my arms…
It's still a little chilly…
Well, we are on a mountain-top…
But still…I can't deny the joy,
The bliss…that I feel at this moment.
Dreaming of you…
It's just so perfect.
And I never want it to end…
But like I said, all good things must.
And he eventually gets up…
At least this time, I am more awake.
I make it down the stairs, without slipping…
I make some strawberry-jam-toast-sandwiches,
And they are ready before he returns from his run.
"Hey, Colette…" he says, cheerily.
"Isn't it a beautiful morning?"
I am almost tempted to say otherwise…
But this morning has been kind to me.
"Yeah, it sure is," I reply softly,
Holding out breakfast on a plate.
He takes it, and smiles.
We both enjoy a meal together…
From here, the day kinda sucks.
Lloyd goes off to help build more homes,
Mostly for Palmacosta refugees…
And I remain at home, knitting, and sewing…
But as the day goes on,
I remember this morning, above all others.
I smile inwardly, and though silently,
I thank Martel for a wonderful morning.
One in a million…maybe…
But you know, it was worth it.
I enjoyed this morning…
And I look forward to tonight…
With no one around, I grin impishly again…
Now if I can just get him to sleep in more often…
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owari.
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