In the sunny field where I reside

Two realities collide.

One of unconsciousness,

One awake,

How am I to choose a place?

The smell of lotus flowers fill my nose,

Shade rains down on me, like a cool hose,

The tree that my back is propped up on is no longer prickly,

I no longer feel sickly.

My body is deprived of sleep,

Now the senses I take in weep,

As I try to cross the border into dreams.

Just beyond my shadowed spot,

The sun shines bright, very hot.

In the field where I sit,

Hundreds of flowers call it home.

That is the only place I have ever known.

In-between thoughts, I slip to sleep, the only place I can fit,

Comfortably.