The bed creaks.
It’s 10 AM and I’m still asleep.
“Wake up!” they say.
“Stop sleeping the world away.”
But I keep my eyes closed,
For dreams are coming.
Mother and Father are yelling,
The glare of the screen is washed over Big Brother’s once handsome countenance,
And the baby is seeking solace
In dark, barefoot trees.
“Come on, wake up already!”
“It’s a new day!”
The day is new but nothing has changed.
I will wake,
Just not yet.
Perhaps after I get over my hangover
Created last night by my drowning myself in a missed childhood gone by.
Then, maybe then, I’ll wake.
I might even take a leave of this place.
But these dreams are seductive,
And in them are monsters
That sweep me away
With their sweet nothings
And evil schemes.
“Snap out of it!”
“Come on, girl.”
But I’m in too deep.
My dreamworld town needs me
To save them!
Plus, we’re all horrible with goodbyes.
I’m tired of the wake up calls;
I’m so much happier here.
Drama, homework, and reality slap me when I wake,
So why not stay here?
Where I’m loved,
And not so jaded?
Please, let me linger a little longer –
They’ve gotten a bucket of ice water.
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