Figment of imagination.

you

Stood there, leaning against the dressing table one hand firmly placed on the surface for support, sipping water.
Stared at the empty room. Grasping the magic. Convincing myself it wasn't a dream.
You walk in on me while I am still in a trance. I hear You question me but I could never explain. I try even later. The words don't string together. Do I have to say it? Can't you just understand?