My Inked Dreams of Afternoons

Slowly turning my head,
The comforting warmth of my sunken bed,
The pouring rain outside monotonous and synchronized,
The softened darkness of my room,
and the sweetened snores of my pug near my leg.
Its as if I am in a web,
a cocoon of soft forgetfulness and dreamy sleep.
Pulling up the blanket to my face,
I block out the cold and shut my eyes one last time,
Thinking about so many things,
So many things at once...
What I want to happen,
What I wish to happen,
Who I want to see,
Who I want to be,
My mind won't quiet down enough for me to sleep again.
and as I start to take a breath,
settling back down into the inked dreams of afternoon,
The alarm sounds across from me and glares 8:00 at me in bright flashing hues.
Slowly reaching out a snooze, and accepting reality once more,
I lift up the laptops lid across from me,
and slowly grasp the true hand of reality in all of your words.