Posted in Pretentious Prose

Imaginations

At night, I imagine your arms around me. The thought of your warm body pressed against mine keeps me comfortable in the cold, dark evenings. It’s hard being away from you. Thousands of miles away, oceans between us, keeping us apart. All I want is to be next to you and not feel the emptiness of my bed whenever it’s time to sleep. 

But, I have to wait for that. So instead of wallowing in sadness because of that longing for you, I try to imagine being next to you every single night. Somehow, it keeps me going. And once again, that’s how I’ll be sleeping tonight. 

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