The Floor

The Floor

The phone rings,
    it's in my head...
I fall back to sleep,
   only to catch myself.
Jot down ideas
   and drift into space,
I look down
   only to see my own face.

Wake up sweating,
   I crawl out of bed;
the floor, it's soaking
   from the clothes I've shed.
Exiting this dream,
   Fall asleep again.
The Day is coming,
   I don't know when?