Almost Late

This morning was one of those mornings when shaking off the bonds of sleep was harder than usual. But more than that, the last vestiges of the dream I either had just had or was still having refused to leave and I kept trying to return to that place. When I finally gave up and opened my eyes I wrote this in an attempt to capture that feeling. And of course, I was almost late getting out the door as a result.

 

When you wake up early

From an almost dream

The kind where it was almost sexy

But not

Where something exciting happened

But you made it home

Well, not exactly home

But somewhere safe

And somehow you were in bed

Or not

But you were warmly cocooned

And trying to sleep

Because it had been a long dream

And you were on adventures

And this safe sleep

Cocooned comfily

Was your reward

And what is that noise

It’s just a fleeting thought

Not worthy of being in your brain

Because it’s so perfect here

So floatingly, blissfully perfect

Snuggled up here

There’s that sound again

But a smack of the hand

Holds it at bay

Except that the cozy place

Is starting to disintegrate

Foggy wisps flowing away

From your almost dream

Because it’s almost morning

And the almost demons

You have to face during the day

Are becoming more real

By the instant

Even as the sheets and blankets

Become less soft

And the alarm bleats again

But if you’re lucky

You will be able

To eventually find your way back

Through the fog of almost

Into the adventures of your dreams

But for now, almost has passed

Time to get up

Almost

And you hit the snooze button

One more time

You’re almost ready

To face the day

Almost

But not yet