The lights blinded me, nearly.
But the shine of a recharged phone or the sight of the lamp and hallway combining their shine as one, ironically that’s when I could see clearly.
I was afraid of my closet.
There’s a monster approaching my bed tonight! No, breathe! It’s only tomorrow’s outfit.
Dreams to me feel lucid.
One night I awake from monsters with relief. The next I awake from romance to be reminded I’m yet to meet cupid.
Sweet dreams, confusing stories playing like a film in my head, I never understand what it all means.
Sleep tight, close my eyes and think happy thoughts as I remove these hallucinations of the night out of my sight.
Good morning, strange dreams with wild scenarios but it’s a new day -every thing is going to be alright.
It doesn’t matter if I’m happy or upset, because every day there’s a mystery of what it all meant.