Touch me

Have you ever woken up in th emiddle of the day wondering why you weren't running scared for your life with a piece of eye candy on your arm asking why you were running from nothing? I do.
Have you ever wondered why you aren't jumping down the stairs with your fists balled up, full of tension, ready to take on teh thug beatting down on your door. The years of combat experience begging to be called upon? I do.
Do you ever wonder why you don't wake up to the smell of bacon and toast; the sound of childern running down a hall way eager to wake you with their weight on your chest? I do.
Do you ever wake up alone, remembering the warm carress of a lover, keeping you in bed for another hour? I do.
I am a man.
I am a writer.
I am a visionary and I don't know why I am running scared, fighting for my life.
Some day the sweet breath of sirenity will wisper into my ear that I can finally rest.