Yawns Are Stretch Enough

All things considered, is a young man expected to feel guilty for looking forward to every moment of sleep?  And even during those nauseatingly insistent 'mares, be they day or night, is not the notion of absolute submersion into fantasy at the core of every flight of fancy? 

 

When tomorrow morning, afternoon, or evening comes and I wake up and see the ceiling above my head will and should I shut my eyes and mind so that the sky so recently soared through will encompass me again?  I see you standing just outside my door and, believe me, I'd invite you in if only we could sleep together, waking up and smiling with the knowledge that your dreams and mine had shared an interruption so simple as a smile.

 

But the pillow is becoming filthy with the sweat of nightmare fears and inspiration for dreams is becoming just a bit too difficult to reach for...

 

I think I'd like a cup of coffee and a cup of yogurt.

 

Before I wash my pillow.

 

Come in.  The pot is fresh.