Good Morning Sun, It's Time For You To Get Up

Last night I dreamed,

Of places and friends I’ve never seen, 

And my heart was beating so effortlessly,
That my real heart seemed to stop. 
And in that moment I held a hand,
And our pinky fingers got caught on foreign land, 
And as the story always goes,
I slipped away from underneath God’s pose, 
And awoke to an awful sight.
My hand was clasped so tight,
around the bars of my bedpost, 
And as I looked my pinky slipped
and with reality, I arose.