Sweet Dreams

Who is this wonderful sweet woman that I make up every night, Only to wake up every night to find the other side of the bed cold as the shoulder of the real life drama queens that I meet when my eyes are open in the light. Is she the visions of the future or the past? Maybe she's the sum of ones that didn't make it, and had that one good quality for the taking. So my mind separated and added them all up. And stuck them in to one and that's my such luck that She should be something like a memory in my dreams without a rhyme or a reason. Hints to find or that she even exist. Only thing that I can hope is that if she's real marry the idea of my existence so her persistence doesn't turn to submission and make her give up on resistance from men who diminish her quality that qualifies her for readmission to my thought every night for sweet dreams and good nights.