Waking Up Poem by Rachael Flint

Pull my knees up close,
Duvet to my face
Eyes shut as I
Drift to a different place

Where skies are the blues of your eyes.
Where time passes, slowly,
Lazing amongst trees and grasses
Lifted with the breeze,
Distant laughs rustle the leaves.

Rushing out of my mind,
Already the day is faster than me,
With hazy thought,
Clutching fading memory.

Tighter I pull my covers,
Wrapped once, twice
Layer upon layer
To stay here a moment longer.