#19: Involuntary Poem

Body burrowed beneath blankets

Sunlight skin-tickles my skin.

 

Eyes closed

Grass green, water blue.

 

Sleeping still

Heart pounds, blood races.

 

What might the next dream be?

And the one after that?

 

 

 

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