The dreamer

The dreamer

I have always been a perfectionist

Little wonder that I have been waiting for the perfect guy

“He doesn't exist”, they said

“You are dreaming” their voices echoed 

I almost believed them

But then,you came into my life

You were just like a star that came from the heavens

You shone in all the right places

You whispered just the words I wanted to hear

When you spoke, I was taken to another galaxy

And your touch rudely awakened every cell in my body 

You were my dream come true

You had the perfect features

Chiseled face, athletic body and I cant leave out the beard

Oh the beard

I could write a paragraph on it

“In their faces”, I thought 

My angel was sent from above

Now as we lie side by side watching the sun slowly set beyond the horizon

I feel content, because I have finally found the one

I smile as I watch you lean in

And slowly whisper my name

“Jane...”

I can't make out the rest of the sentence

So, I ask for a repeat

I'm certain they are words of endearment that will keep my blushing from ear to ear

“Jane wake up,” you say

I'm confused. “I don't understand”, I respond

And suddenly I feel a resounding slap

Closely followed by my mother's angry rant

“What do you not understand?”, she screams

“It's 12pm and you are still sleeping and smiling” 

She thrusts the dishwashing liquid into my hands

The hands you once held

“Go do the dishes!” she says

“Mr. Mike is coming"

I don't want to believe them

But maybe I'm just a dreamer after all.