I open a book
I read one page
I reflect awhile.
The book is written well
Therefore, I read another page
I reflect awhile.
My interest in the subject
Have me now engrossed
I read on.
I feel the emotion of the main character
For the narrative, tell all.
I am tired now.
I place a bookmark in the page
Tomorrow I read on.
I close my eyes.
In my slumber, I enter the story
I see the characters in their roles
I do not want to wake up.
It is in another dimension of my mind
I am locked in the tale
The dream has control.
Two new characters enter
Introducing their salves to me
I am weary now.
First, one called himself Flaxman Low
Second, one called himself Edger Allen Poe
I am confused.
The book is no more
For now, the plot is changing
I am controlling the story.
I commence to wake up
My dream become my inspiration
I begin to write.
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