sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night
i think not of my fears
but someone holding me tight

his body beside me
her breathe in my ear

i dream of the ones in my future
who will they be?

long, red hair to twine with mine
strong, muscled arms holding me close

silvery laughter
a low chuckle

it fades from me
i fall back asleep
the things that come to my dark and alone