A Dream

A dream; a dream like no other.
It reached out for mine, I woke up.
It was recognizable, yet unfamiliar.
A dream, it comforts me.
I am awake, it caused a stirring, the stirring moved.
My eyes see, they see it nearly every day; I could not and would not touch. It moves around, my eyes follow.
The stirring continued, it continued, I fought it, I denied it, the stirring grew, it would not die.
I am awake, it reached for me, it stroked my hair. Why?
The dream, I am awake.
It touched me, I am touched. The stirring, the stirring. Why?
It is becoming familiar, will it touch me again?
It touched me gently, it touched me.
It touched me everywhere; head to toe, inside, outside.
My eyes see, they see it touching me.
It is warm, it warms me, it warms me inside, outside.
It is now an extension of me.
I am awake, I am awake.
It touches me, it touches me no more.
I am awake, the stirring.
His hand.