In Bed

I lay in bed Cool sheets Beginning to feel the warmth left from last night’s sleep And the night before that. I assume the position The one I call dream Flat on back, arms at side, palms up, and fingers under thighs I am ready. Dreams are elusive Hard to summon All the wishing and hoping doesn’t make it any easier Nevertheless I want. These visions entertain Sometimes enlighten Night is magic, it can be terrifying, it is necessary They make sleep more worthwhile.  When they fill my night With color and obtuse narratives I visit worlds I may have inhabited or would like to be a part of, Because I am ready.