we're half awake

the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen and the kids building a train track village in their bedrooms. my mind is still stuck in that just emerged from a dream state, and i know that a part of me would like to throw these blankets back over me. (would i find you in my dreams if i tried?)

but there are things to do, and songs to sing and places to be. but maybe, for just a stolen moment, i would rather pretend it is still dark outside, that the stars will still shining, and that it still made sense to say good night.

"turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
it’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky."

fake empire ~ the national