Discombobulation Poem by Albert Ahearn

The sun was just above the horizon.
I thought, is the star rising or setting?
I’ll just lie here awhile; keep an eye on
It to see which way the fire is heading.
It’s strange, I know I’m lying in my bed
But I don’t remember retiring.
Am I asleep and dreaming this instead?
This dreadful state is mind boggling.
It’s like being awake in a nightmare
And all that I see is not what it seems
To be. I know one thing for sure, I’m scared.
Egad! I hope I’m not dead in this dream.
I looked again at the sun. It was rising!
It’s morn! I can hear the robins singing.