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.