Dreaming

When I slept last night I saw him ripping my chest open, taking my pounding heart out, before he left me there alone, bleeding and sobbing on the floor. I cried, I cried for days and nights, until I had no tears left to shed. Then, in the silence, without my heartbroken sobbing, I heard the sound of a heartbeat that was not my own. I followed the sound, and I did not need to go far before I spotted his heart on the floor, still beating, and I realized that he was heartbroken too, and that he would come back to me one day. So I placed his heart in a little wooden chest, and carried it with me, wherever I went, together with the little black book in wich I write my fairytales and dreams.
Then I woke up.