I came upon him or rather, he came upon me, quite by accident. In that way that is mine I dropped my gaze to observe my shoes: pretty, silver sandals.
He is so confident, at ease in his skin. I am so jealous. I have never felt that way.
He is so beautiful with his ease. I close my eyes and breathe in his scent.
I linger with my eyes closed and see a pretty vision of arms and legs tangled in sheets and hear whispered voices in the darkness before dawn.
That’s me, though, losing myself in a moment.
It’s just a dream. He is just a dream. Someone so beautiful would not come to me outside a dream, it would be too cruel.
Outside a dream I would never see beauty.
Outside a dream I would only see fear and I would have never looked up from my pretty, silver sandals.