you made it back to sleep again
wonder what you're dreaming. . .

chocolates?
dark, rich,
creamy, all too sweet
you just can't
get enough of

your fill
of books?
anything you
can think of
whole volumes,
pages upon pages
that would consume you

great adventures?
the thrill,
the exhilaration,
the sense of pride
in conquering
whatever excites you

the beach?
quiet walks
the colors
spilled across the sky
as the sun moves
up or comes down
the tranquil waters,
the rushing waves

silence?
of just lying there
contented, relaxed,
no worries,
carefree, calm

or do you dream of me?

do i even exist
in your fantasy?
when you make up
a world you view
as almost perfect
am i a part of that?

it really doesn't matter to me, you know?
where you go when you sleep
just as long as when you wake up,
i'm the first one you look for. . .

they can have your make believe world,
but your reality. . .

is mine, all mine