Feeling oh so cold in the brisk moon shining air...

Tuck me into bed 
with the warmth of the covers over my head.

Dancing in a dream so softly I glide,
like the fast flowing waters of a misty high tide.

Warm and fresh the water must be,
I wander into it to feel ever so free.

Digging my toes in the soft warmth of the sand,
I find myself dreaming deeper than I already am.

Oh dear, I must wake up, 
before I get stuck in this falsity of good luck. 

However, I awoke to the same dream
without an ounce of transitioning gleam. 

Reality it was. 

Wake up!