In the next room...

Still, I see you in my dreams. Very often. The nights become my real world. I leave a little radio on, listening to music, all night long. Among the songs sleep lasts a few minutes. I can't name it sleep. It is rather a faint or a little death.
Then I have these dreams. I start to live beyond my everyday loneliness. I have you present, as time stood still until today. I live our normal life and it is so vivid that when I wake up, I can hardly believe that my dark room is real, the music is real...



I leave my bed and sit on the red armchair. I wait there, sitting still and calm. Then you come again. You touch my hair, kiss my lips and you hug me gently. Then you whisper in my ear: - I still have plenty of work to do. Get some sleep Gogouli, don't worry. I' ll be in the next room. I love you...