Dream the dream of the dream

I am half-lying on our old, brown coach.. Every while, my tummy wells as I remember that I dreamed of you last night. I vowed never to think of you again. I carefully attached a quick-unpick to the threads of my mind and snipped each with doubtless intention... 'Cut him off', I tried to decry. The words stammered drunkenly from my head.. I declared to all that would listen that it was over. That my love for you was switched off... That I was free from you.. And then, last night I dreamt of you. The dusty, dry smell of your chunky, green jersey crept into my nose as I leaned into your body. You held me close and I tried to let you go... I want to let you go, sometimes!


Extracted from my head in all sorts of ways...