The fan hums back and forth in this small room. The feeling is simple in its complexity. A myriad of emotions keeping time with the cool wind that flows over me every few seconds, and I’m reminded of my loneliness. There’s an empty space in the bed next to me and a fullness in my mind. Full of thoughts of you and me. Thoughts and dreams which will never come to fruition. I know you’re a four leaf clover in the fields of my life, yet I can’t help but grasp at every little sprout. The hope in my heart is as grand as the probability of the future I know won’t come. The mirror image of my plight is you and I know you’ll never give it up. I wouldn’t if I were you, but maybe because I already did—for you. The fan blows past me again and the cool air keeps me lucid. Lucid in this dream, a dream far from reality and so ethereal. I’ll lay here thinking, believing in the impossible while you lay there feeling, and experiencing it with someone else. You’ll feel the warmth and safety of your temporary refuge and I’ll feel the fan.