i dreamt of sorrow, i dreamt of malice
i dreamt of the whiskers on his chin, and callous of his fingers
i dreamt of his smile and what was held back behind those teeth
i dreamt of him sleeping, of the bed covers etched by his frame
i dreamt of the garden, i dreamt of the silence, how silent i had to be
i dreamt of her song, i dreamt of her fear as she baked cookies
i dreamt of the storm, of the loneliness, of terrifying freedom
i dreamt i never left, i will always be his child
and i woke up, and i woke up, and i woke up