Drip, drip, drip. Somewhere in the distance I hear water dripping from a sink.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Somewhere a clock ticks off time or the lack thereof.
I'm sleeping. Dreaming...or is it real? You and me floating in and out of the mist. Colors, then black and white swirling as my mind is haunted by feeling you so close yet so far. This is real, right? It's got to be. I can feel your breath on my neck as you hold me close. Tick, drip, tock, drip... I'm awake? Maybe. I still can feel the warmth of you. Dreaming? Bur how? I'm awake now. I miss you. Oh, how you haunt me so