You found your way into the realm of my sleep.

Not in that sweet way like when you used to hold me as I dreamt and your smooth breath would make me want to stay curled against your body for all my life.

Not with the passionate kisses that would awaken me to the desire I once held for you.

Not in that tender, impulsive reach of my hand as it searched for your face in the middle of the night that would reassure me of your presence.

You found your way into the realm of my sleep.

In that panicked, frozen, fear-induced shortness of breath way that your name now brings to my body.

In that bad taste in my mouth way as I recall the thousands of kisses we shared as you wished to be any where but with me.

In that way that strikes me at my core with the profound understanding that while we occasionally experienced something worth sharing, we more often spent our time dragging each other through the filthiest and most painful mud.

You found your way into the realm of my sleep.

And this time, I grabbed control of my breath and pulled myself out of this fictional moment, returned to the calmness in my soul and melted into that part of my sleep that is now focused on my own heart and actual dreams instead of healing the un-healable you.