|I lay in bed|
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
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.