The Grief of Happiness

Lucid dreams are a b***h.

I remember how it felt.
My hand in yours.
I remember the warmth,
The happiness.
I remember laying on your legs,
You, bare chest and blanketed, playing some song you wrote on a ukulele.
I remember you wrote that song for me.

I remember your hair color.
Soft, muddy curls that fell on your forehead.
You refused to get a haircut but complained when it was in your eyes.
I remember feeling, for the first time, that I was finally home.
You were my home.

I remember waking up.
And gods I was so disappointed when I learned you weren't real.
I remember crying because that was one of the cruelest jokes life threw at me.
Feeling more alive and at peace in my dreams than I ever did awake.

Reviews

[Satsuki]

I find this very relatable... I’m not sure how to explain...

[L. Aericko]

I understand how that goes.

[John the Baptist]

Very descriptive offering here, illustrating well the real nature of the dream. I know it was disappointing, but many would love to have such dreams.

PS: did you really mean he had a chest like a bear?

[L. Aericko]

Some people would really enjoy a dream like this, yes, but for me it's solely because of my mental state and a few different past experiences that made this just a bit more upsetting.

And no I did not mean he had a chest like a bear, thank you for pointing that out to me. I'll change that lol