I awoke to the sound of me sleeping
It’s a quarter past three in the morning
The lights and my eyes are simultaneously blinking
Someones watching my furious slow motion yawning
Can’t sleep now, the darkness whispers lonely
Imagination running wild and untamed
Nightmares following me from a distance closely
Asleep now, my dream unchanged
Enchanted by what has just taken place
My body feels hot but cold, that dream just a dream,
Awake just in case.
Yes, a dream it would seem.
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