dream

this poem i actually wrote in middle school. why? i don't know.

i wake up
but not in my bed

i'm lying on a cloud
i slowly sit up
the sky is lit up with beauty

it's golden with a hue of pink
a sweet scent is in the air
it smells like roses

i look around
surrounded me is a lake
nearby is a flowing waterfall

it's perfect
i dip a toe into the water
not to hot, not to cold
the perfect temperature

i jump in
and then i hit the ground

i wake up and look around
i'm in my room
on the floor
i must have been dreaming

i crawl back into bed
close my eyes
and wish
wish i can dream that sweet dream again