Breeze Baby

Goosebumps prickle my bed sheets as I shake awake from my fairytale dream. “Where are you?”. I feel a cool breeze dance across the back of my neck and I look to the windowsill for an explanation. I expected to see you there, expected to see you crawling in my window, parting the blinds and parting nightmare from fairytale. But I didn’t see you. I didn’t hear you. All I felt, all I can feel is the crisp winter air that fills this space. I close my eyes and reach my hands out- I feel for my expectations. “Where are you?” I can’t feel you. My hands are empty, so I open my eyes. You are nowhere to be found.

A gust of wind swarms through my window frame as I curl my toes. “Are you near?” I laugh a quiet, girly giggle because I know you cannot respond. You are so far away. I am so tired. I can’t fall asleep and even if I could, I would be dreaming the same thing asleep or awake.

I roll over and allow my curly hair to spread across my pillowcase. I slowly run my fingertips across my pillowcase. I slowly run my fingertips through my blonde mane and let out a yawn. “Hello? Hello?”. I want my voice to echo. Would I be able to wake up the neighbors? If you were my neighbor, I’d have no worries. I’d love to wake you up. My yawn wouldn’t be your wake up call either. I would crawl in your window. I would part your blinds and be the breeze that delivers goosebumps. You would say, “Where are you? Are you near?” I would be silent crawling in. I would fluff your pillow and spread my curly hair across your pillowcase.