Sometime between the dusk and dawn
I woke abruptly, and was gone
And miles away from house and street
And sprawling meadow at my feet.

It smelled of summers new and old
And glowed the color marigold
And like one weathered winter hut,
Was sheltered from the snow and cold.

My feet had been ahead of me,
So wasn't long till I could see
A tiny soul, tranquil and hush
As I waded through the brush.

I knelt and asked him for the time.
He told me it was time to go
and let the Mr. Sandman know
to whisk me back into the snow.