ones own master...are u?

The dew of thoughts from sleep
still lingering on a waking mind.
Dreams so real a tingling left on a body warm wrapped in a fluffy duvet.
The peace of a resting mind
or
piece of mind
lost in a world dreamy.

...subconscious?
...semi-conscious?

Does it exist?
Would one wish it into reality?
Tangible?
But.
It is tangible? Is it not?
For the recall is there... then the recall begins to fade.
A desperate need to want to remember.
it was so beautiful.
It was so real.
A fading...the dew gone.
The day rising....the sun bright.

What will be the happenings, the events, of sleep tonight?
Will there be a new dew blanketing waking thoughts tomorrow morning?
Welcoming ones...
An influence of daily experience or yearnings mirrored?
An expression of self that cannot be lived in the waking world.

Sleep.

That other world we live in.

Sleep...a heavenly escape...for some...while others toss and turn in turmoiled nightmares....RB.

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