20 Years

I have a lingering fear

that one day I will wake up 20 years from now with a plastic mask

and a loose smile

and a drained soul

and I will yawn and stretch and rub my eyes and u will be next to me

still very much asleep

wrapped in the sheets like u always have been

like its ur armor, like it’s ur castle

and u will be lying there with ur hand on ur stomach and ur eyes in the sky

dreaming of serene crystal beaches and big ripe peaches

And I will look at u,

and smile

as I realize

I don’t



and then I’ll go back to bed