Drowning In Hot Sweat

I dreamt. I hated it. Why can't dreams leave me alone? Oh yes, you were there, sitting on the half-broken deck chair beautiful, alone, vacant eyes, searching the horizon far away. I was there a few yards before you but you saw me not. Your lips moved soundlessly. What did you need to say? “Have courage? Are you so devoid of love? Or care?” Then I woke up. The night was hot. Sweat ran down my spine. Yet you slept on. I was drowning in a hot sweat. Yet I was happy For you were there. Smelling like the dawn.