Wise Words by Sleeping Beauty

Sitting on my bed as I wake up I feel its wooden frame and cushy mattress hold me.  It holds my weight and I surrender myself into the folds and creases of its covers.  I've been awake for an hour now but still I am sitting on my bed daydreaming about sleeping.  The sheets are warm from the night before, their warmth reminds me of dreaming.  The pillows are just right.  I've been to another world in my dreams, lived another life.  As I dream, my room surrounds me in a protective cover.  It must have been a good night, filled with dreams that may haunt or thrill me but will never be uncovered.  At least for this morning they are forgotten, perhaps only momentarily?  The warmth brings me back to me dream; I was at a gas station having car trouble.  A semi truck driver walked over and asked for help and threw a pile of money at me.  The money fell splat into a puddle of green ooze, out of which I began picking each individual dollar bill.  I remember shaking each dollar bill off, trying to clean them.  Sleeping becomes a delight, and the bed whispers for me to doze off once again.  But something stops me.  The bed will hold me up and let me dream all over again tonight.  With that in mind, I move on with the day's tasks, while my bed gets a chance to rest.