Pull

I was sleeping

when a nightmare startled me awake and stole my air,

like an omen.

It seemed to know I spend my waking hours dreaming

of kissing you,

of having you near.

Nightmares feed on fears;

you bury them,

but you do not know when they will creep into bed.

Pull me from slumber, harbinger of doom.

You won’t stop me.

Like tigers clawing against metal cages of captivity,  

I am determined

to follow my daydreams to you.

~Written in response to Push.

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