Le Nom.

So i'm supposed to be asleep.
I decide to study instead.
Not that i'm doing much of that anyway.
Thoughts of you keep rushing into my head.
With every thought, i feel the blood, the pressure.
Pounding harder and harder everytime.
Who are you?


I try to concentrate.
I decide to write down something i've learnt.
An essay, perhaps.
I start to write down Woodrow Wilson's name.
That's who i'm studying.
But then, i take a look at my page.
And it seems my pen has a mind of its own.
A name appears.
Who are you?


I decide to take a shower.
It's 3.40am, i know.
I head to the bathroom and take of all my clothes.
I turn on the tap and it's cold all around me.
I begin to shiver, but for some reason i like the temperature.
It's refreshing.
Relaxing.
Whatever.
I close my eyes and it happens again.
My head.
Why won't you go away?
Sneaking into my thoughts.
Quickly, i grab my towel.
It's like you're here.
Who are you?


Now i'm back in my room.
I start to read a little bit.
There you are again.
I'm happy now.
I see you.
We're having a conversation.
With you, i have completely let down my guard.
It's like we already know each other.
I don't want this to end.
Suddenly, you have to leave.
It's then that i remember i have not asked you your name.
Just when i begin to speak, you disappear.
The pain.
I close my eyes, wishing you are near.
When i open them, i realize our date was but a dream.
Who are you?