invisible arms hold me tonight, wrapping my shoulders in their warmth. i lean back into nothing and savour the moment. it feels strange to find security in a figment of my imagination, comfort in oft-quoted words. but it confuses my senses because there is no physical proof that anyone is there, ready to catch me, love me. perhaps it’s the loneliness of the fast-approaching midnight. maybe the coffee is wearing off. i hear my mystery companion whisper silence past my cheek. it’s probably time for bed.
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