She falls asleep like a rabbit climbs into it's home,
Going deeper and deeper into unconsciousness,
She begins to form a picture of a scene,
She gracefully walks among the waters edge,
Dancing with the waves that crash,
She touches the blades of grass,
So softly,
So gently,
That they quiver in the wind,
Her gorgeous eyes rotate back and fourth,
Searching for something more,
As she sleeps,
A set of lips caress against her neck,
And forms new scenes of pure ecstasy,
With a slight little poke and a shimmer of hope,
She wakes up next to me.