Recliner

If I sleep in the recliner 

Then I am not really sleeping 

And if I'm not really sleeping

Then there's a chance

This has all been a strange dream

And when I do get up

You will be here

Not gone

Not forever


It could all be

A dream

Like a couch nap

When you are home sick from school

And all the impossible 

Gets jumbled up

Mixed in your mind

And you wake up

Half certian the impossible was reality

Until you hear Mom in the kitchin

And the filiments of un-reality fall away

And you are anchored

In safety of home

And family


So maybe I will sleep in the chair

Because then maybe I will wake up

And this fever dream will fall away

And I will hear you in the kitchen

And you will be here. 


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