In The Process Of Waking Up Poem by bob barci

Eyes open to a strange grayness,
like that of an old, faded, black and white movie.
On one level,
I lie in the blackness of a restful sleep.
But, at the same time,
on another level,
eyes are open to an eerie gray picture.
I hear the sound of rain
somewhere off in the distance.
I feel the cool breeze that comes in from the window
at my head, envelope me.
But, it’s not just the breeze I feel.
There are hands, many small groups of hands,
reaching for and grabbing at me.
Hands reaching in from the window.
Frightened, I want to yell,
but only silence is emitted.
I want to close the window,
but can not seem to move.
A calmness is felt
as the hands disappear into the eerie grayness.
But still, I feel, I am not alone.
Out of nowhere,
a light haired woman, and a dark haired man appear.
Nakedly, they lay beside me on the bed,
she on my right, he on my left.
In their position,
they begin to kiss and caress my feet.