It’d be horrible to find out that it was all in your head, wouldn’t it? Wake up, you’re dreaming out loud again. Sleepwalking in my shadow to remind me that light has to reflect off some sort of darkness. You look aged. Fine lines grip the surface of your skin, you sink into it without wondering why. Everyone says we’re so young, but you’re the exception. Tell everyone you’re well and I see deception in the sweat dripping from your forehead- it’s winter and you’re running an anxious fever. I eat every lie and keep it tucked away like a truce. I dare you to surrender. Tell everyone this is all a dream. That it’s make believe. That it’s all in your head. -AMT ©️