Stirred awake by flashes of dissidence and cold sweat droplets that disparate as quickly as they accumulate between the empty spaces between my body
Resting between the coarse cool sheets that find a way to caress around my body as if being held by a long lost love.
These apprehensive thoughts, long and drag out for hours from the day yet to pass.
Knowing what should be but feeling what it is to be.
To be together, is to be alone.
Words never spoken during this uncomfortably familiar waltz around this parable of a forced embrace from a stranger so well known.
Hour upon hour, step upon step.
Eyes set...