Morpheus Mocks Me

I guess my ingratitude for the dreams I have been experiencing – those oh so vibrant, detailed, realistic, emotionally wrouhght, trips of stress – has finally pissed oh the god of sleep and dreams.

I am awake.

I am awake as though I had slept all the day and forgot those sweet pills of calm.

But is truth, mine medicine swallowed and the day keen in my reflection.

Tried the old release of the juniper berry in hopes it’s power would sooth the nerves and quiet the brain.

No luck had I.

So I sit hoping that soon – before dawn lifts her golden head, my bed calls me.

But hark? Was that a yawn?  Is this Dream, finally forgiven me?  ‘To sleep, perchance to dream-

ay, there’s the rub.’

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