The sleep creeps up,
and wraps round its tentacles,
pulling you away,
The clouds are waiting,
all filled with different dreams,
some good and some are bad,
But you will not know,
until you are there drifting,
and floating through clouds.
They all seem so real,
but can shift erratically,
one cloud to the next.
And then you awake,
you have fallen through the clouds,
waking with a bump.
