I refrain myself from dreaming
How there would be two strangers
Spending glimpse of time
Watching pink skies outside the car

If there will be two strangers
Talking 'til 3 am
I wish that would be us
But you sleep earlier at 10

A message popped up
Sending light in my eyes
I quickly rose from the bed
And found myself lucid dreaming

MIA BELLA, NN
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