I slip in and out of sleep as she drifts in and out of my dreams; not my dreams, my reality. But referring to it as my dreams seems quite accurate, for what I live every day is the equivalent of another's dreams. The security, the comfort, the love that I feel everyday of my life is what some wish and long for. I suppose you could say I'm slightly lucky. No, you could very accurately say that I am VERY lucky. Waking up to your lover's beautiful face every morning is nothing short of a blessing, and falling asleep in her warm embrace is nothing less than a fantasy. She is what keeps me going from day to day. She is why I am constantly in awe of the opportunities of life. She is why I can live happily. Knowing that regardless of what happens in the hours of my day, I will have her in the last of them. Knowing that no matter how stupid, ridiculous, irrational and selfish I act, she will love me in the morning. She has made my life a constant dreaming state, and I will never let it fade away.