yesterday I woke up
with the remnants
of my dream clinging
to me like sleep…
Sleep
Wake up earlier,
go to sleep at the right time…
I need to look,
to focus,
but I would need eyes…
four-fifths of my body was trapped
in the slumber burrito,
manifesting itself as a blanket,
only my left leg could move…
If you never had to sleep,
and could just do whatever you wanted,
during the hours you gained…
Just lay your head down,
and relax for a short while…
Can I teleport to tomorrow
instead of sleeping….
I could curl up in a hole,
and not come out
for a long time…
I am the dream
you cling to,
the dream you don’t release…
Half-formed dream
still on my lips,
arms wrapped around me,
kisses on my neck,
except it’s just me,
he’s not there….
