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.