i.
it’s midnight. i
shower by the
light of the dimmed
fixture above the
sink. the bathroom
fills with steam
and i close my eyes,
breathing deeply.
ii.
i disappear. i always
travel into the future.
it’s the first warm day
after another long
chicago winter; i’m
wearing a ring and a
white dress, dancing
in your arms.
iii.
it’s quiet and late. i
climb into bed, gladly
welcoming sweet sleep.
i am lulled into slumber
by your slow steady
breaths, content in your
warmth. my dreams are
safe and sweet.
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