I drift off into quiet slumber.
Nestled in my warm bed.
As my immediate conscious begins to wander,
Stories begin to unfold in my head.

Images now filling my mind.
Of places I've been and those yet to see.
People I know and of some left behind.
Circumstances that are often not meant to be.

Some dreams wake me in the night.
Clutching my sheets with shaking hands.
Others make me dread the sun's early light.
Whereupon facing reality is the day's first demand.

~~~~Written by Marian64 - July 12, 1998 ~~~~