Waking from a dream within a dream.

Serenity is not so elusive in the wee hours of the morning.

Quiet stillness has laid to rest all apprehension.

Anxieties both true and false disperse in the calm vacuum.

Lingering are the images and scenes of dreams come and gone.

The mind is utterly alert and aware of each and every complexity.

Intricacy weaves the web of remembered mental tapestries.

Weaves so finely woven into the intrinsic fabric of intelligence.

Ideas form and slip away as everything is brought under question.

Answers beckon from the vast void of entropic memory.

Sense is made of the nonsense as awakening occurs.

Serenity is not so elusive in the wee hours of the morning.