Sleeping Time

Sometimes I forget to wake up

Sometimes I sleep for so long
that sleeping
becomes more real
than that other place

But there is always
a sound

or a misstep
or a whisper
or a forgotten voice

to remind me

I’ve slept too long

I want you

to not be a part
of this
my sleeping time

for it is rife
with monsters

and darkness
and pain

but not
the good darkness

not the good pain

but the kind
that damages

unsuspecting souls

and yet

when I am jolted awake

that keening sound

coming from my dry lips

is the knowledge

that you were only

a sweet, sweet dream

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