You are in my dreams every night.
I wake up at all hours.
I wake up to reality.
I wake up and check my phone, just in case.
I try to go to back to sleep.
But I can't.
I lie awake and I think about the dreams.
I lie awake and I hate my mind for unconsciously creating them.
I stare at my ceiling with my stomach in knots.
I lay there wanting to shut off my brain.
I hate my dreams.
But I hate reality more.