I’m lying in my warm cacoon

Encased in warm, heavy sleep

Dreams sailing on the foggy shadows of my mind

I am alone in the world,

Shielded from the world,

And somewhere else entirely.

I’m floating in the abis of my being

Suspended in deep meditation

While I heal myself, renew myself.

I drift through fragile and airy visions

While currents pull me into tightly woven nightmares.

Yet when the morning light sinks into my eyes, I am lifted out of my cradle of sleep, and all of this is forgotten.