So I closed my eyes and fell asleep,

And I dreamed she wasn't real.

Just made of lights and clockwork.

Sometimes I did find her too regular to be believed,

The things that she perceived

Appeared to be single-minded logic

And faith in me.

I never did question her make

Until this dream,

For in the dream

She appeared to die.

She appeared to shut down

And fall heavily to the floor,

Too heavy to cradle her head in my arms

While my tears fell.

(Did they short-circuit her cheeks?)

I never did question her weaknesses

Until this dream,

For in the dream

She was felled by a chill

That would've never killed a human.