Alternate Timelines

I wonder what waking up to you would be like.
To see you sleeping there,
your wild hair spilling over your pillow
like a waterfall of freshly pressed coffee.
To see the sun pouring in,
lighting up your freckles
like stars in the heavens above.
To hear you breathe,
a soft wind through the oaks,
as you dream your lovely little dreams.
I may not dream often
but the times that I do
I dream of waking up
to you.

~lt