her sleeping self

with the windows thrown wide open
and the moon peeking in at her

she dreamed vividly

on those cool summer nights

~~~~~

sometimes

so much
that she actually returned to the real world

surprisingly aware

of what she had seen

and felt

~~~~~

it didn't scare her

instead

these dreams

breathed a life into her

that she had never felt before

and she wondered

why now

what took you so long

~~~~~

she was sleeping less and less

yet her remembered dreams

would occupy

those
sleep filled hours

~~~~~

she would wake early

to her amazement

believing

that she should be exhausted

and restless

from everything that had

occupied her thoughts

~~~~~

but instead

she felt

young

beautiful and vibrant

~~~~~

if she awoke to an alarm clock

the dreams were as if they had never exsisted

as if the buzzing hum that she heard

could simply erase

what she had seen

~~~~~

so she chose instead

to let the softness of the morning

slowly wake her

while she moved under

the sheets

and

blankets

that had kept her safe all night long

and

it was then

that she would smile to herself

while

slowly

remembering

moments

of her dream filled night

~~~~~

sometimes during the day

she would be reaching for a glass

or sweeping the floors

and a warm thought would wash over her body

and she would know

~~~~~

she would know that this feeling

wasn't hers alone

as she shared it with her sleeping self

that she had left behind

but

her daytime self

loved this feeling

and

she would wait

for the next evening

to come

when once again

those summer dreams

would

take her away