Sitting relaxing to a perfect moment
Moments like this were made in Heaven
Sitting here appears to be an accomplishment
and all my fears and tears have been forgiven.

I hear a voice, a gentle voice, is it a voice of an angel
A cherub, a holy angel sent from above.
And my hands now appears to be scented with  gel
I am being shaken, A voice says "Come on, wake up Love".

A dream, it is a dream, and I thought differntly
A deep sleep late in the afternoon I am afraid
But it is back to reality ever so abruptly
As my partner thought it best to come to my aid.

"You were snoring your head of" he exclaimed
"and you were saying something about a dream"
"Something about this and that and who you blamed
and that the clouds were made of ice cream".