Dream

A gentile chime pulls her to the room

A secret moment of prolonged stillness is
stolen before

she takes a deep breath

The sweetness of dreams still lingers

but the world beckons

A pull of down over her head

ruffles her hair in soft

A stretch

A roll

A crack

A moan

Another breath and the temporary

farewell to all that is effortless

Her lovely promise to return

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