Fever Dream

I met you in a fever dream as the sides of the world crumbled away. We laughed and kissed and began to dance but the floor started to break.

I grabbed your wrists and tried to hold tight but you got away on your own section of the floor. And even though it was me holding to you, I woke with bruises that didn’t heal for weeks.

Night after night, my world crumbles and rebuilds and crumbles again but you’ve never reappeared. The bruises have yellowed and faded. I put them there myself I suppose, and fever dreams can never be duplicated.  

2 thoughts on “Fever Dream

  1. Shari May 3, 2013 / 7:01 pm

    Nice lead-in for a story!

    • Penni Jones May 3, 2013 / 7:08 pm

      Thank you! I think I could probably get more out of it.

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