[Copied over from my earlier blog - storyteller.blogspirit.com] 

I see myself sleep, careless, blank.
I see that dream leaving me.
It took me to places I won’t remember.
I see my hand stretching out
trying to hold the dream back,
then it falls down to pull the sheet over.
I see the morning sun measuring my window.
Light slits my eyes,
entering me to enlighten me.
I see myself wake up.
And, then I go to sleep.