A dreaming, happy boy I was,
But like every morning does
It ends at times I cannot choose.
The mortal realm, a gloomy place,
I wipe eyelid crust off my face.
I roll over and press the snooze.
The dream world I do return to.
I dream of cats, I dream of you,
But, sadly, it does not last for long.
The door bursts open, enter Mom.
“You’ll miss the bus.” She’s far from calm.
I pretend to sleep; my a...