'Rude Awakening' Poem by Linda Winchell

Got up at dawn, was five A.M.,
Now this was not my style.
Put on my shorts and running shoes,
Then went out and ran three miles!

Washed the car, mowed the yard,
This isn't so tuff, this isn't too hard!

Cleaned the house from stem to stern,
Baked a cake from scratch, of which was not learned.

What has happened to me, was my thought?
I must be losing it for sure!
Maybe I have some brain disease,
Of which there is no cure?

Soon I learned the cold hard truth,
Of which I was not aware.
That I was only dreaming,
And still asleep in my bed upstairs!