Astral

I stand in a cold place
Dark, damp, dripping
He appeared, your friend
Although I know him, I don't
Not really
I don't know his voice until he speaks
Walking to your house, it's a big house
Not what I expect, nor what I know
I don't know this layout from before
I eat, talk and sleep
I live in your house
I see your room, your strange bed
Your bed with ruffled sheets
You jumped out of it this morning
Were you late? or just lazy?
You are in the doorway
exasperated, surprised
I am nervous but a little triumphant
You are speechless and defeated
I wake up too quickly
I am late!


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2001