a day with you.

Heard your voice this afternoon. A sound that burned off the remnants of deafening haze, making everything clear. Wondered what it would be like to listen to your song. Everyday. Every night. The last whisper before drifting off into nothingness. The only meaningful thing to come home to. Awaken into your warmth. Into your arms. Melt into silence. What a wonderful dream. What a wonderful morning.