Falling into a consecutive night,
the willingness to go back increases with comfort,
the people in the dreams becoming relevant and closer
to my daytime, initiating their own eventual ruin.
I wake and the subject of my dream lies next to me,
an expanse herself. The girl I sleep alongside lives
in my dream, breathes herself into my expanse,
becomes it and I wake with her headache,
watching birds fly from the rooftops and away.
(A response to a response.)