Maybe
it was a dream, fairy-tale
real for him
when he came in and saw me
lying on the bed
without waking up
Maybe
he first looked for a while
until it, all of a sudden, happened by itself
and was done quickly
I screamed
and he fled confusedly
Maybe
he wanted to stay, satisfied, to continue
enjoying my sleeping beauty
A voice asked where we were
I walked out, through the garden
and overlooked the street