whispers of a fantasy

I wake, but the bed is empty.

How is this possible?

You were just here, wrapped in my arms, my face nuzzled in your neck and breathing in your scent.

Where did you go?

I can still feel the warmth from your legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer.

Now that my eyes are open and realize that I was dreaming, I am left with such a bittersweet emptiness on my cold and lonely pillow.

I want to close them tight once more, and fight against the morning light, so that I can have one more moment.

Curled up naked, cuddling with you in my bed, even if it was all just whispers of a fantasy played out in my head.