You whisper the perfect words
Make my insides warm and tingly
Your smile makes me blush
I know what you’re thinking
I crawl across the bed
To give you everything

You take it
And you give back to me.

But none of it is real.


With a yawn I open my eyes
Wishing my dream never ended
My hand covers my sad heart
My sigh nearly brings tears
I turn my head on the pillow
And see you lying beside me

Your eyes open
And you reach for me.

Everything is real.


♦ what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra began writing when she was a sixth grader. She is a teller of stories through poetry, fiction, and tales from her own life. And she thinks too much. Read, think, enjoy, laugh.
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50 Responses to real.

  1. Miriam says:

    Ah, not a dream but a perfect ending. Loved this.

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  2. Nice fall and rise to this… Just when you’re sad at the ‘ending’ you take it back into the light! Wonderful! ❤

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  3. I love the happy ending!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Beautifully done – the shift between reality and dream. Life is so grand when the subtle shift from one to another (dream/reality) almost feels like one in the same.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. I love happy endings.
    Nicely done ☺🌷

    Liked by 1 person

  6. mandibelle16 says:

    Aw, a confusing dream made much bette in real life. Nice writing!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. theturtle says:

    Loved the happy ending 🙂
    Turtle Hugs

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Marquessa says:

    Wonderful! And where do you get your graphics???

    Liked by 1 person

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