When She Wakes

The soaked pages poured out,
Words cascading from her soul,
Faster than she could finish a sentence

The pencil kept moving,
Soothing the lines written.

She longed for the ending to begin
Where she left off in the middle
Of a good dream.

And yet
She knew she would awake in
This story written,
Her love story.

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