Laying on piled spines,
pages as blankets,
we stack books against the sun

so we can dream sweetly through the morning.

And when we're rested,
we can take down these bricks we've laid, one at a time,
the brightness of the sky filling our space, strip by strip.

We will take the stories from their towers
read them together,
and then decide
that it's far better to be awake in the light
than to be only a shared dream.