I wake up, eyes heavy, heart heavier —
like I've left something behind in my sleep… something that matters.
I get dressed like usual.
Same shirt. Same walk to work. Same coffee.
But nothing feels the same.
There's this fog in my chest —
not outside, not weather — me.
Like I'm wandering through a mist only I can feel,
trying to hold onto something warm that keeps slipping through my fingers.
Everyone around me laughs, talks, lives like the world is whole.
And I smile back, nod when needed…
but I'm somewhere else entirely.
Inside, I'm still searching.
I can feel it in my fingertips —
this missing piece of me.
Something soft, sweet, chaotic and clingy.
Someone who used to curl up in my lap and say,
"Mine."
But I can't remember the face.
Not really.
Just the weight of head on my shoulder.
The warmth of the voice.
The ghost of the lips at the corner of my mouth.
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So I sit at my desk.
Lost in the blur of spreadsheets and empty conversations.
Eyes unfocused, heart full of noise,
wondering .!
And quietly, to myself .
I whisper:
"If you're real…
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come and find me."
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After work…
I'm done.
Not tired — exhausted. Like my soul's been carrying something all day that my body can't keep up with anymore.
I get home, keys hit the counter, shoes off, lights low… and I just drop onto the bed.
Face-first into the pillows, still in my work clothes, hoodie half-off, heart full of static.
Everything aches — but not in the way muscles do.
It's deeper.
Like a dream I was meant to stay inside of,
but someone woke me up too early.
I barely even pull the blanket over myself.
No TV. No phone.
Just this weight in my chest…
and this thought whispering through my mind like a ghost:
"You forgot "
My eyes close, and sleep crashes over me like a wave—
not gentle.
Necessary.
Like if I don't rest now, I might unravel completely.
And just as I start to fall…
in that delicate space between wake and dream,
I swear I feel arms around me.
Familiar. Warm.
A soft voice saying:
" I missed you today "
My breathing slows.
My heart knows you…
even if my mind still can't remember.
But something in me stirs.
And this time—
I chase the dream back.
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