When I wake up tomorrow, will my pencils be sharpened?

When I wake, will my carpet be free of dirt and dust, and what will await outside the window?

Will I be home, or will I be in a five star hotel, halfway across the world?

Hidden.

Safe.

 

I don’t want to wake up tomorrow

I fear what it has left to say to me

And I don’t want to sleep tonight

Because I fear that the dream will end

I don’t want to talk with anyone now

And I don’t want to be alone

I laughed all day, so why am I in tears?

Because I fear that the dream will end

 

Shut up.