Being Awakened.

Heavy with deepest deep sleep He feels the layers begin to unzip And strip off, one by awakening one. Aware now of the movements of feet In an unwary way, he starts a hazy Ascent, driven mistily upward towards Light of day, but sleep wants to stay. Bleary eyed, he knows he is Leaving dreams half done, and Mistily wonders what battle he'd won As he stood, naked and red in the sun. Body departing now from sphere of Virtual reality, he awakes to the Utter confusion of real, with wavering Limbs now still, he unwillingly opens Sleep-heavy lids, to see standing Before him, in night-attired row His wonderful wide-eyed kids, who Wobbling beween them an over-filled Breakfast tray, and all in accord, Shouting a loud 'Happy Father's Day' Just as they'd previously planned. But they'd watched an amazing often unseen Act of miraculous awakening from coffin Of sleep, albeit wrought without tact. Dreams now gone, he joins the fun and laughs.