I dreamed of a story so real, it was impossible to be a dream.

When I woke up, the pounding of my broken heart felt very real.

I was gasping for air.

I dreamed that "you" and "I" were a "we" 

and the joy of it was so substantial, almost tangible.

I was woken abruptly by banging sounds coming from the street.

I got up and walked towards the window. 

The garbage truck was passing by. 

The streets were shimmering after the rain

 and the lamp posts had glowing halos around them.

I was cold, my eyes swelled up.

 It felt so real and then suddenly,

 I was alone once more...

19/01/2016