Sleeping to Dream Her

I wake in the morning with a smile. I anxiously battle through my day, and I return to bed. Just waiting.

For her.

As I crawl into bed each night, I close my eyes and impatiently wait for it to happen. For my mind to relax and for that sweet feeling of knowing she is there, even if only in my dreams. Yes, sometimes I dream of other things. Sometimes my brain seems to decide I need a break from her, so I dream of Quidditch or class, or even have nightmares of Voldemort and Wormtail. But she has other ideas, and she comes to me no matter what, interrupting my other dreams and stepping in.

It always happens the same way, she steps in, everything fades to white besides her, and then she starts with just simply smiling at me. She is just looking at me, leaning in to give me a kiss on the forehead, and letting me grasp her scent. The sweet scent of lemons and a tangy spice reach my nose and I happily grasp her for a hug, lying in her arms for as long as the night permits me.

Some nights we talk, discussing Quidditch or love, or anything that catches our fancy. Some nights she tells me stories of her own creation, telling me of the people that she imagines my friends to be and telling me of my wonderful future. Most nights though, we just lay, soaking in the mutual adoration and the fulfilling of a need that has been lingering in me for as long as I can remember.

Each night I have this. I wait for it. I pray for it. It is all that I can do not to take naps in the afternoon, skip classes to sleep, and not eat just to see her for fifteen more minutes. I could spend the rest of my life in dream life and I would be happier than any one else on earth.

Sometimes I want to ask her things. I want to beg her to tell me every little thing about her, and about what she thinks of me. I want to know her like I know myself, but then I realize: I do know her. I know her like the back of my hand. My dream her. The way she smells, the way she feels wrapped around me, the feel of her kiss on my forehead. And I am satisfied with the her I am given.

I don't know if this is just my mind letting me think of her, filling in the canyon of information I do not know of her. Maybe it is more. I don't even dare to hope or really think of it. I just spend each day toiling the hours till I can smile and say the most glorious phrase I have ever uttered, "Hello Mum."

I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you

I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town

I'm counting my sheep and

Each one that passes is another dream to ashes and they all fall down.

As I lay me down tonight,

I close my eyes and what a beautiful sight

I'm sleeping to dream about you