The sound rain makes when they trickle down my bedroom window lull me to the long-awaited sleep I longed for during the day.
Dreaming is the boat I wait for at the dock and it only comes when you hold the oar. So tonight, I swim. Rain is the ocean of your affection that I swim in at night when I finally fall asleep.
I carry with me an empty bottle to hopefully bring back full when I wake up but it still always ends up empty. A wave drags me back to shore again where reality is patiently waiting for me.
I crawl towards him and I wrap my arms, weak from trying to stay afloat, around him and seek shelter. He says nothing but the sentence I've heard from him dozens of times.
"You never listen."
I wake up from the nightmare. My fingers are pruned.