Dreaming My Reality

poem about "love" of the sort

I think my eyes are closed
I think I am asleep
In my dream, he's kissing me
In my dream, he's holding me
I think my lips form a smile
I think my eyes are opened
But I could swear I'm still dreaming
Because the boy in my dreams
Is actually the boy lying next to me
He really is holding me
And he really is kissing me
I think I'm drifting off to sleep again
But who knows
My life with him is a dream,
I never thought I'd be living.