In distant cloud of dreams,
the phone rings.
“Hello, Hello!” I echo,
with mouth closed.

An answer comes gently
“Wake up its almost noon.
“Wake to partake in day of sun.”
I hang up in mind and roll over,
with smile under covers soft.

In hazy cloud of dreams,
my body twists to align
with present still distant.
Subtle ring enters
mind again.
“Hello, Hello!”

No answer comes,
but eyes open,
as hand reaches for phone lines
still silenced
from past nights aim
at no interruptions.

“Hello Hello.”
I call turning on phone.
“Thanks,” I whisper to spirit
for waking me
from dream time continuum.”
We echo a laugh
at diner table
where we meet to indulge
in a big *** lunch.