Even in dreams, I know that you are holding my waist,
I know that your head is pressing on my chest,
And in a fragile slumber, I'm caressing your back.
Your smell is deep in my conscience,
Relaxing all my senses and making me sleep again,
Knowing that the alarm will go off any minute,
But not wanting to acknowledge reality.
I don't know what the future brings,
Nothing lasts forever,
And this is not the exception,
At least for the moment,
Let me pretend I'm still sleeping...