Dream About You

If I could, I would dream of simple things, like the smooth curves of shining cars or the way that dollar bills feel curled up in my fist; the way I could fill up empty mansion rooms with anything I could possibly think of. I’d shut my eyes and feel content being showered with material things that hold no meaning.

But all I can think of is the soft curves of your face when you smile and the way that your hand feels when you slip it into mine; the way that, when you’re in the room, I know that there isn’t anything else I could ever need.

Every night, when I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, all I dream about is you.