my interesting dream
I Wake up to the feel of the cold wind outside ,
warm and cozy covers on my body,
My eyes wide open and still
Where am I?
Am I day dreaming or alive?
I wanted to escape this heavy dream weighed on me
but I couldnt because I was caught up in surprise
I couldnt move my body
My fingers in a weird position
It was no way out this dream
The sun glistening in my face I suddenly woke up
To this angel sitting across my face
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