My arms stretch upward
And I feel the hint of sleep vibrate, leaving my body
With an outward stretch, the last drops of sleep fall
A puddle of fragmented scenes of a dream pools, no reflections can be seen
And I wonder, why no one is watching
I skim a flat rock on the surface, watching it skip
One, two, three, sinking on the fourth
Ripples send rings in search of the edge, but not to an end
For this is not where the story ends, this dream
The beginning of the beginning lies ahead, a long way to go
This dream a prologue to what is to come