Overnight {Part 1 & 2}

Overnight
My pillow turned into a body,
warm against my fingertips but
void of substance.

I held them close,
thinking of lightning and its pure
electrical power surging from the skies.

I wrinkled their imaginary shirt
and reddened the figurative skin below
as I held on tighter.

Without the means to speak,
they made no complaints.

I tossed in bed while images of
white light flashed across my eyes,
blindingly beautiful.

Overnight
their body turned into a pillow,
soft against my cheek.

It smelled of pine and eucalyptus,
bringing back memories of weekend trips
and dusty back roads.

I considered the shifting continental plate below me
as I pondered the existence of places I hold dear.
Will they all disappear one day,
engulfed in lava?

I tossed throughout the night,
disturbed by the nightmares that reminded me of you.

Sunlight danced with the dust in my room
as I slowly woke to find my pillow,
case-less,
on the floor near the door.