Dreams will be my friends

I find myself suddenly hungry

for fiction, for magic,

for peppermint mochas

in well-lighted places,

for time to get lost in a book

At the end of my dream

I found myself flying,

flapping huge wings

that started as arms,

down the dirt and gravel road 

through the woods,

back to the cabin

I stayed up late last night

reading and tending the fire

till I was too sleepy to continue.

The sleepiness returned today

before the work was over,

and the book was also calling me

We’ll go home soon,

and dreams will be my friends,

giving me story while they also

give me rest.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 10, 2019