Imagined touch

In my dreams, I feel myself held in strong warm arms, a head on top of mine, and my face nestled against a soft chest. I feel safe. I feel wanted. I feel that no matter what the world may demand of me, I will be okay in the embrace of the one who loves me.

My eyes open, and it’s all gone. Once again, I am alone in a world that would tear me to shreds in a moment if it had the chance. I feel the demands that are levied on me at every moment piling on my shoulders and crushing me from above. From below is my own in voice screaming at me to be better… to be better because if I am not then I will be crushed and left behind again.

I wish I could shut my eyes and leave this world again, to be back in their arms… to feel the love of someone I have never met but wish I could never be without. However, the sun’s rays will not go away, and I will not be allowed to act as if my own existence is enough. The world demands that I produce and develop, and that which does not will fuel hell’s fires.