I am awake.  My eyes are open.

I see my arms, strectching out in front of me, culminating in my hands, fingers obscured by knuckles.

Resting on familiar pumpkin orange sheets.  

The curtains are open, as usual.

I am awake.

I try to move my arms. They don't move.

They are immobile.

They don't move. I try to move my arms.

They don't move.

I am awake.  My eyes are open.

I see my arms, strectching out in front of me, culminating in my hands, fingers obscured by knuckles.

Resting on familiar pumpkin orange sheets.  

The curtains are open, as usual.

I am awake.

I try to move my arms. They don't move.

They are immobile Their immobility pulls me

back into my latent dream.

I am dreaming. I must use my dream arms.

I use my dream arms.  My eyes are open.

I see my arms, strectching out in front of me, culminating in my hands, fingers obscured by knuckles.

Resting on familiar pumpkin orange sheets.  

The curtains are open, as usual.  I use my dreams arms, to pick up my awake arms

and I shake them.  I see my arms, shaking.

Shaking, on familiar pumkin orange sheets.

The curtains are open as usual.

I am awake.  I get up.