Bed

Bed

Horizontal home

a third of our lifetime

hovering on coils

some prefer

a foam that remembers

while dreams invade us

nonsensical

rarely déjà vu

alternate reality

perhaps dimension

a dash of time-travel

strangers that seem close

fiction of dark matter

concocting sagas

twisted stories

we wake

whenever time dictates

sometimes we do

not remember

the different voyages

the magical portals

of the mind

creativity of higher self

or from a source unknown

black and white

or in color

like my friend Bill says

it’s all a movie.

©Mónica Fernandes 11/6/2023