I fall from the rooftop and think that I am dying,

But before I hit the ground I realise I am flying.

I bite the moon, it tastes of cheese,

I use a spoon, and say more please,

I eat until I become a cow, you may think I’m lying.

I moo my way across the road to the butcher shop,

A red light here I know means go and never means to stop,

I sit and wait, a car zooms near,

I am irate, and full of fear,

It hits me and I fall to the floor with a hard plop.

I wake up with a jolt in my bed,

Replay the dream in my head.

Like water through my fingers,

No details stay to linger.

Then I find myself frozen in place.

Like my body is wrapped in a brace.

A foreboding sense of doom.

Creeps in throughout the room.

It fills me with such dread.

But I can’t move from my bed.

When it all feels like too much.

Like my chest is being crushed.

I wake up.

This time for real.

I think.