Dreamscapes flit through my mind

as I lay in my favorite position

snuggling with  pillows all around me

and I feel the coolness of the air

as the fan above me circles lazily

I hear a bird or two, and the whooshing of the fan

and feel the grosser needs of my body command my attention

I lay there, not ready for this dream to end

even though it is so strange it can’t be true

and features people I never want to see again

something about it says I’m not done

As I struggle to get up and take care of my body’s needs

I stumble, half awake, half dreaming

wondering if I lay back down,

that I might be able to finish

but decide instead

to write about it.