The eve makes me sleepy-eyed.

So I lie down to rest.

My unruly day safely tucked away.

Only thing relevant now is sleep.

Tossing and turning through what now exist,

as my own customized sleep pattern.

Drifting in and out of consciousness.

I finally find myself trasping through,

a delightful floral background.

I am consumed with the exquisite aromas.

In my mind I absorbe the wonders of nature.

Then so abruptly, I am awakened,

by mother shouts “get up you’ll be late for school”.