My eyes open
I shouldn't be here
The air hangs heavy around my face
The street light, shining through the pulled blinds cast an eary blue haze upon the room
I shouldn't be here
Where am I
I look up
I see a ceiling white and splattered with knockdown
It looks like my ceiling but I know that it is not
Something aint right
I shouldn't be here
I inhale deeply a sweet scent
It's a smell only a man can enjoy
It fills my nostrils sending a euphoric feeling though my body
I'm not alone
I slowly transition my gaze from the ceiling above to my left to where she lays
My heart pounds
She's a Goddess
I shouldn't be here
My eyes slowly scan the silhouette of this mystery woman
She is perfect
The word is perfect
It's the only word that works
Perfect
She lay sleeping next to me
I lock my eyes upon her face
I never wanna look away
I don't think I can look away
Her unflawed face is framed by her dark black locks
Her eyes are flicking behind her eyelids
I can only imagine what those eyes look like
Are they a green that cause the grass to weep in envy
Or maybe a blue the sky aspires to be
Will I ever know
I shouldn't be here
I slowly reach my hand out
I wanna touch her
My hand trembles in fear
Will my imperfect hand cause her perfection to fade into the night
She is so perfect
I wanna touch her
I have to touch her
I gently graze the back of my hand to her cheek
Its soft, its what cashmere wants to be
My hearts beats faster
I've done it
I touched and angel
How did I get here
I shouldn't be here
My hand aches
It wants more
I cant blame it
I should leave
I wont be able to control myself
I want to wake her
I want to explain to her that she is what the girls in my dreams could not be
The pain in my hand must be spreading
My lips are beginning to tingle
I want to kiss her
She wont want to kiss me
She is an angel
I must be dreaming
I shouldn't be here
