The slumber I love to live and breathe,
So happy that it almost feels unreal,
I can taste the bliss on my slow, steady breath,
I can feel the smile in my warm, flowing blood.
And as I open my eyes, I disappear,
My breath grows sour, and my blood grows cold,
I realize reality was a blink away,
And I wish I could sleep and never awaken.
The start is the hardest part of the day -
Bittersweet slumber and disappointed smiles.