Why?
I don't know
The dream maker is here and the presence is felt
My body is weary; fatigued by the visiting dream maker
My mind is delicate; tenderised by the blows of the dream maker
Weary body, delicate mind
Aching bones
Tossed sheets, pummelled pillows, can't get comfortable
The square bright red digits hunt the day break closer
A theme tune cracks the grey mind mist
An arm outstretched fumbles to crush the intruder
Calm returns
Eyes slowly adjust
The mind reminds
The day begins
And so the dream maker takes a break
Soon to return
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