Slightly anticipating the tiny clock in her head,

She rolled over and followed the dream back to its world.
Random players, spoke random wisdom 
In the nerve ending warmth of the down comforter.
Melt flesh to the fibers of the mattress till it jars you to wake,
Hitting bottom of the float in a grinding stop
of daylight. 
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I have come to the conclusion

I have come to the conclusion a dream is only real as long as you're asleep...

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good one.