I may have dreamt of you, or a character blend of you and someone else I created. You were tall, black-haired, and had an amazing sense of humor. The thing is even in the dream you were a figment of my imagination, except there, if I concentrated hard enough, you became real. And you did. In the seclusion of my bedroom, you lay on top of me. I felt your weight and heard your muffled talk, but then the dream broke somehow, and you disappeared, and I was left with a void instead, threatening to swallow me whole.
Nothing compares. No words can quite describe just how drained I feel. All I want to do is sleep. And sleep. And sleep