I Wait

I sometimes feel a presence
In the space around me.
I wait
For it to become a person
And for it to embrace me.
It’s poised, 
Ready to take the form
Of my comforter. 
I wait
To suddenly be wrapped
In arms and body.
It’s a visceral sensation.
I can feel something
Brush against the tiny hairs
On my arms.
I wait,
But alone I remain.

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