Daydream

My thoughts wander,

Ignorant to the imperceptible conflation

Of the physical and the immaterial,

That which only I can create.

The world seems smoother here.

Less smothering.

These hallways and chandeliers are so much grander behind these lids.

I wish you'd join me in my escapades

As realities melt, reform, anneal, and shatter.

I turn myself and suddenly

We are no longer you and I,

But a someone else and an altered you.

I never imagined you'd be so stunning.

Or persuasive.

It's the last thought I had before the dreams closed in,

Or perhaps it was that final face I saw before they dissipated.

But delineating between the two is essential --

Determining a memory from an imagining.

It is not until minutes later that I realize:

I'm confused,

Remembering things that never happened

And wanting you because of them.