teddy bear wanted
Sometimes you think, you remember what it was like to fall asleep holding someone. Someone warm. Someone soft. And you wonder why your bed is empty night after night. Once, in a dream, I held Maid Marion, not too many weeks ago. She was soft and warm and fit right up against me so well. Yet my mind finally intruded upon the pleasant dream and told me no one was really there, it was just my pillow, my bed.
Sometimes you think of someone you wish it was, someone you know, someone real. But usually they aren't there for a reason, and then you just long for someone that is long gone, or even someone you never had. So you just imagine, kind of like a teddy bear, a warm, soft, woman-shaped teddy bear next to you. Holding you. Breathing softly, gently, lulling you to sleep. And of course she loves you, because why else would she be there? Or at least, she likes you enough and trusts you enough to be there.
Sometimes you feel that if she was there, everything would be just a little bit better. Your problems would fade into that warm embrace. You wouldn't be facing the world alone. You could let go of your worries for the night, and lose yourself in the presence of someone special. Such a simple thing, sleeping. Yet I can hardly remember feeling happier than when I have fallen asleep with someone in my arms. And it never had to be anything more than just pure, simple, sleep, and the peace that comes with that other presence touching you as you blissfully cross from waking into your dreams.
Sometimes you think of someone you wish it was, someone you know, someone real. But usually they aren't there for a reason, and then you just long for someone that is long gone, or even someone you never had. So you just imagine, kind of like a teddy bear, a warm, soft, woman-shaped teddy bear next to you. Holding you. Breathing softly, gently, lulling you to sleep. And of course she loves you, because why else would she be there? Or at least, she likes you enough and trusts you enough to be there.
Sometimes you feel that if she was there, everything would be just a little bit better. Your problems would fade into that warm embrace. You wouldn't be facing the world alone. You could let go of your worries for the night, and lose yourself in the presence of someone special. Such a simple thing, sleeping. Yet I can hardly remember feeling happier than when I have fallen asleep with someone in my arms. And it never had to be anything more than just pure, simple, sleep, and the peace that comes with that other presence touching you as you blissfully cross from waking into your dreams.