I must be dreaming

Sometimes I pinch myself, I don’t know how we got here. You wore pineapple button-ups to work and I wore bags under my eyes and vodka on my breath. You showed me your only tattoo and always noticed my new ones. And one day I looked at you and I felt too far from you. I wanted to unbutton your pineapple shirt. I wanted to touch the freckles on the bridge of your nose. But most of all, I wanted to close my heavy eyes and pull your mouth to mine. I wanted nothing more, only to feel you. Only to be closer and sweeter and to touch every part of you. And I don’t know how we got here, but you are waiting for me at home. And sometimes, I could pinch myself.