Live Reality, Live Dreams

Maybe if I hold onto this dream long enough I’ll realize I was never asleep. How I wish I was not living this dream and you the real you would wake me up from this horrific slumber. But the longer this dream is the more I think its not a dream and just a smack in the face of reality. I can hear your words but they are from a world I am no longer apart of until I wake up. It’s getting distant and I fear when I can no longer hear your voice it will be the end. I wonder if these are my last breaths or are they my first to a new beginning. A Gentle hand caresses my face perhaps dawn's hands. I open up my eyes lying in bed, in a white room to see to flowers and get wells, I don’t dare to blink or close my eyes.