Maybe

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I hold her in my arms and the world around us disintegrates.

The life I had before her seems almost alien as if it was just my imagination.

She carefully draws with her fingers on my chest while playfully biting on my lower

lip. I pull myself back a bit to clench my eyes shut and open them again to make sure this

moment was actually happening. She was gone and I laughed, of course this was all a dream.

It was me, this bed and a picture of her branded in my head. Morning came in and there she

was again, every inch of perfection curled under my blanket. Was I going insane? Maybe. Did

it matter? A little, just not enough for me to stop staring. I could watch her sleep forever.

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