Sleeping In

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

And dreamboats

That sweep me away

With their sweet nothings

And evil schemes.

“Snap out of it!”

“Come on, girl.”

“Wake up!”

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,

Hated,

And not so jaded?

Please, let me linger a little longer –

Never mind.

They’ve gotten a bucket of ice water.

Copyright © 2016 by Nita Pan

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