Poem- Texture Lady

Lower your head onto the pillow
Breathe in the smell of peace
Fall in deep slumber to the sound of thunder
Cushioned in between the sheets

Feel the silk case caress your cheek
Sliding into the unconscious of sleep
Fall into another world
There is no other place to go

Silk turns to grit to liquid to sand
The texture of dreams
I must try to understand
The places I am visiting

Crawling on all fours through no man’s land
The dirt between my fingers
Confirming my location in danger
And yet I feel safe

Liquid on my skin
So soothing and fresh
Consumes my whole body
In a sea of deep blue

My feet in the hot sand
Scorching in a summer heat
Rubbing against the grain
Cracking with no pain

Weightlessness in air
Cotton delicately lifting me
Into the high atmosphere
Where I drop suddenly

And then I wake up.