You said our being together forever was your greatest dream.
I’m somnambulant I said. This won’t work out. We won’t last.
You said you didn’t judge, you’d change for me, become somnambulant too.
I explained that I was dreaming you, and all dreams end upon awakening.
Shh, you said. Sleep.

D. Avery plays with words at shiftnshake.wordpress.com. Her work sometimes appears in periodicals and publications.