when i cannot sleep, i must imagine my dreams.
in the still of the late night in this apartment, i feel like i can hear everything. every door close. every key turn. every person laugh. every dog bark.
every doorbell buzz.
and when that sound is close enough, i close my eyes and pretend it’s mine. that it’s you who’s waiting to be let in. and as i slip out of bed and rub my tired eyes on the way to the door, i hear a knock.
you’re here.
and after the lock has clicked, and the door has creaked open, i see you standing before me, eyes on your feet, hands in your pockets. and once you lift your head until our eyes meet,
you push me inside,
let the door slam,
pull my hips against yours,
and kiss me harder than you ever have before.
..and i know right then, that everything will be all right.
but then i open my eyes and remember i am alone. a key turns. a door opens. a dog whimpers. a person sighs. and i lie in bed, still and patient, waiting for the next doorbell to buzz.