I watched her, envious of her
dress as it wrapped around her body
touching every bit of her. I was jealous of
the bed she laid in, it got to feel the warmth of
her body. I envied her phone, it got the privileged to
feel her touch, and listen to her speak, the soothing sound
of her voice echoing through its form. I watched her sleep and
I became envious of her dreams, they were her solitude from reality.
And here I was trying to find such solitude as I kept my eyes
peeled on her, tracing every perfect detail of her body, she
was my very own treasure. And at that moment I had
realized why I really never could stay asleep,
she was my reality, and my reality had
become better than my dreams. I
watched her, I needed her.