Daffodil glow with warm morning embrace. Memories once clear, start to fade intoxicated by evening activities, but held dear in my faint mind. Want to be made mine. Gaze over at the other side, it was like you were there with me. Every time I woke, my mind wandered, skipping leaps at the possibility of the joint ventures that felt all too surreal. Expectations divine, an agreement ensued I felt. Unpredictability toward foggy fevers, but you seem to have changed the scheme. I’m unsure who is the director of what seems to be this dream. Once nightmares, have turned to fantasies. Ambrosia turned from apneas and I wonder how we have glided from another sequence. Stay late into the day with me so I can live in enamor.

What occurs overnight to produce these results? Little effort and reward, ridiculous. I am seething to have my teeth drenched. I question something cosmic at hand. The arid mist of fine relief as I let the chill wash over me in the morning glimmer. Maybe you saw the soft rays of sunlight drape across my profile and decided to join me. I didn’t feel alone as I set off into the chart of courses. Once familiar and now I do not feel frightened. Changed tune, all too soon. Reality undefined, to claim ownership.

Practically, unnecessary. Enjoyment, present. Clarity, forgone.