When I Fall Asleep

A poem (to my mom)

Teodora Maksimova
Aug 5 · 2 min read

Hi mom,

I had a weird dream last night
I’d like to tell you about it, if that’s alright.

We were together and you were alive
You had come back to us, to me
The dream started with the end,
And then it ended in the sea.

We got into the car, the three of us and dad
It was a road trip, much better than a dream
Dad was driving down an ocean road
He couldn’t swerve in time, the car went in for a swim.

We went with it.
That’s where it all began.

The clock was ticking backwards,
To a time of uninterrupted sunrays.
There were friends, it was a vacation
I was taking pictures, making sure you’re on them
You know, in case you leave again
Or sink back into memories and pain.

A storm was coming, the sun went cold
We took an elevator from a cloud,
I was holding your hand, feeling bold
Only to discover I had trapped us both.

You disappeared amidst the descent,
Way before I was ready for it to end.
I was floating on memories, on truths and on tears,
As if I had traveled toward my fears.

My friend Vicky was narrating the story

There were ants crawling, taking over
The presents I kept from my sister,
They were eating my chocolates, my dark blue pullover
They had infested my every drawer.

I know, I know, it’s time to wake up
Reality breathes loudly to remind me of her.

I’m just glad I saw you again,
Good night, mom

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Teodora Maksimova

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I write words and sometimes they make sense. Foodie, outdoor adventurer, tent lover, scented candles freak, thalassophile. Copywriter. Say hi @TeoMaksimova

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