Blankets of Dreams.

I wake from my dream

and I see the stars shining down

on me

I must have hit my head.

I cant remember.

How I got here is a mistery.

Has it all been a dream?

It all feels so real

and yet it couldnt be.

A cool breeze flitters by

and my skin erupts

in bumps,

and chills fall down

my spine

throbing and pulsing

to the constant breath from the skys.

I soak up the dream

and fall under a warm blaket

of dreams.