Then I woke up.

It started off as just another run of the mill ordinary dull day and then I woke up. "Who is that in the bed next to me," I thought, I remember meeting her last night.....I think. After removeing my arm from her amazingly powerful deep sleeping grip I rolled over, or at least I tried to roll over. Who is that spooning with me with her arm arround my waist? I turned my head and saw one beautiful face and long silky hair, my memory returned. I laughed, not alloud because I didnt want to wake the women on my way out to work. Then I woke up.


Dreaming about a dream
Dreaming dreams
Dreaming dreamer dreaming while sleeping
Sleeping dreaming
Dreaming of wakeing while sleeping
Sleeping rewaking by dreaming
Dreaming repeating rewaking
Dreaming dreams and rewaking dreaming-
Dreaming, Confuseing.


Strange huh? If you have the five seconds it takes to read this poem please read it again rapidly until the dash near its conclusion. Thank you.