The Worst of My Dreams

The most terrifying of my dreams was not of death, sorrow, or sadness, nor loss, theft, or loneliness. All of these dreams would be welcomed in comparison to the dream of last night. I was tricked by the inner longings of my mind. Last night, you told me you loved me. All of the sudden I was awakened to the haunting loneliness that was draped over my body just as the thin blankets that covered me. Never would I have thought that the happiest moment my mind could create could bring such longing and despair. A thought that used to give me strength, now makes me weak, for I know there is no love for me in your heart. Nor will the tender air of your love grace me with its presence again. As the colors of my dream slowly slip back into the grey, the once warm air of your imagined presence chills me to the bone. I have to gather more blankets to replace the warmth I once felt from your imagined embrace. A bitter cold breath sweeps over me as I realize that this moment that I so desperately wish to share will not even cross your mind as you sleep soundly in your bedroom. Oblivious to the silent cries of my heart.