nothing to do, really,
except try to stay asleep-
or whatever that warm in-between is.
Comfy, cozy, that familiar smell of your pillow
mingled with traces of last night's dreams,
You can't really remember what it was...
Maybe a couple fairies?
Or just the plain peanut-butter jelly fluff?
and propel yourself into that other place.
Scrunched up eyes.
Enveloping you in that lavish in-between...
chuckle at this little trick.
Nature's own alarm clock.