A noise outside, and I awake
I feel the light on my closed eyelids
And slowly open them
My eyes still unfocused

Realization.

Nonononononono
I mumble articulately
My head sinking further into my pillow
In a feeble attempt to return to what I had
To go back to the dreams
To go back to the pleasant darkness
Leaving behind the glaring sunlight and the noisy birds

I loved it
Enjoying things I had not or could not
In waking moments
Having it in dreams
I had never dreamed of her before
My subconscious finally revealing its true thoughts and desires
      in something fragile
      in something soft

Jarred out of that beauty
Hopelessly disconnected without chance of return
By all the noise and ugliness
That I tried to escape

I reluctantly open my eyes again
Blinking at the harsh sunlight.
Shut up, bird.
It's too early.

Damn reality.