Daydream
She daydreams in bed, manifesting you
Beneath cotton blankets
her mind is restless
watching a dull sunrise
sprinkle through the window
She daydreams in bed
manifesting you
to caress herself to
It doesn’t work
You never come
Instead, her lights flicker
unseen footsteps creak across the floor
Even a white orb captured on camera
occasionally lingers at her door
She wants more
More to see, smell, hear, touch, taste
Every day
she imagines your answer
with kisses and whispers
Sweet greetings from
ten soft stroking fingers
and one hard member
deep inside her dreams…
Kirsten is a mom and wife living in the United States. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice and survived a hurricane. When she isn’t playing with words, she enjoys nature, traveling, art, yoga, photography, and peculiar things.
Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond.
Thank you for reading.
