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The Place Between Asleep and Awake

In the darkness I dreamed of you
Your presence upon my shoulders like a mantle
Comforting and warm, sitting near

When I woke you were not there
The loss of the soft friendship shawl
Left cold in the depths of my soul

I wondered what you were doing this day
Were you sleeping in, head buried under the covers
Or were you waking and stumbling like me

In the mirror I saw a blurry scene
Like drowning in a pool of smoke and ashes
The me reflected felt unworthy of your love

So I brushed the dreams away
Washed them down the drain with my shampoo bubbles
But I couldn’t help thinking of you all day

Would your real presence be like my dream?
Your voice as smooth and your eyes as full of me?
Life is only perfect in the place between asleep and awake

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Elsha Hawk is a center-brained, imaginative, pragmatist who errs on the side of optimism. She is a writer, mom, teacher, wife, and go-getter. She has dabbled in ebooks, researched marketing and promotion of herself, joined social media, and written both solo and with a co-author Eddie-Joe Young. She won the short story contest, "Write to Win", in Writer's Journal and was published in the Nov/Dec 2009 issue. She also published a short story in Eclectic Flash in the April 2010 issue.

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