To you.

And then I fell
asleep
like a child
embrased by the arms of my pillow.

And you was just standing there,
looking at me.
I had always been unreal
to you.

You had never in your life seen
a girl that was so confused in her
own mind.
That was me.

You used to say
that the night was young.
But it wasn't.
How can you say
such a thing
to a girl,
who is lost in her dreams?