Early Morning Daydream

Its six o’clock in the morning and the rain is tapping on my windowpane. I’ve got up because I couldn’t sleep for a little space of my own. Fed our cats, so I could sit in the quiet and not be bothered by anything. Letting my mind slide into a dream. I feel the pull of another world and not the one I’m living in, of relaxing in a far off land surrounded by old friends. Somewhere I could sit down and talk away the hours at a long leisurely pace. Reminisce of the things we’ve done, both happy and sad. Enjoying a rest bite from the world that in which we have to live and when my eye lids get heavy as sleep want to approach I could bit everyone goodnight and scuttle of to bed disappearing from that imaginary world and awake in reality. Wondering if when I close my eyes again will I once again visit them? 17 January 2009