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she watches him sleep. his breathing is relaxed, his body still. tranquil. drifting peacefully beneath awareness, he is alone in his private world. as a sudden smile crosses his lips, his eyes flutter with apparent pleasure. the emotions traverse his features with a flourish. she loves this man with every breath, yet her trust in him is weak.
...does he dream about me?
her mind is hungry. greedy.
...i want to know more.
she reacts. makes a decision. she blatantly, boldly crosses the invisible line. trespassing into the forbidden.
...its just a peek, she reasons.
dramatic imagery offers her an illustrative journey into his concealed sanctuary. she sees a new place. a different time. it is filled with emotion. pain, fear, joy, lust, sadness. it is beauty, it is success. it is failure. it is loss. it is affection. she becomes intrigued with his love, and searches frantically for images of herself within his dream. she is conspicuously absent.
she is looking at glimpses of a another life. another world. his world. a world without her.
...what have I done?
as he opens his eyes, he finds her lips with his and embraces her possessively. she looks at him intently, memorizing his likeness in a single moment. as lingering images blur and fade to nothingness, she is haunted. tugs of fear nip at her conscience. she knows too much.
...what am I to him? what is he to me?
if a lifetime passes within the span of a single dream,
...when i wake
...what will be?
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