Eyelids,
Blackness,
drifting, slowly, in and out….
A creak…
A crack…
Fighting the urge to stay awake
Fighting the urge to fall asleep
Stuck in the middle.
Sudden forgetfulness flows in followed by a new world;
The days lessons slipping into unfamiliar patterns
Awake with thoughts of the nights adventures
a new day begins with the opening of a door
but the adventures of the night stay fresh in the mind,
Until…
Light…
A cool breeze…
An outside voice speaks, dragging you into reality and you are not longer
Alone.
This poem was meant to show the abstract view of entering into the dream world and getting pulled out of it by reality.
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