Here she was in that same reoccurring dream.
Only this time she was able to see him.

A stalky man who's got a few feet on her...
No surprise there, to her almost everyone's taller.

This time she sits placed at a railing of a bar.
He's the bartender, the sexiest one she's seen by far.

Who he is, she still doesn't know?
His face wearing damn well, a 5 O' clock shadow.

Everything being a blur before she could see.
Always waking up and that's the end of the dream.

Vaguely familiar, yet not familiar at all.
The room around them seeming too small.

His eyes finally met hers and she was speechless.
A darker color, specs of honey.
They were deep and endless.

His hair shades of dark. A sexy mess. Appearing like he rolled out of bed and just got dressed.

In these dreams they never talk. She tries and tries,
but sound seems impossible and always stops.

When he finally smiles, he has these dimples...
A huge attraction in something so simple.

She moves her hand slowly closer afraid he'd disappear.. Which is exactly what happened as soon as her hand grew nearer.

This dream is ...a pain.