I've just awakened from a dream.
it was a strange dream, lasting 7 years.
Stranger still because the things i dreamt about happened...
only, i look back on it no longer as the blissful slumberer.
And i want to dream again. Not the same dream, just any dream.
The waking world is cold, and the few joys it does provide me seem
less alive than the insubstantial mists that right now are fading from
my memory. But i will forge ahead, I will try bravely to face the day, and
only look fondly back at the covers that held my warmth.
I will face today, determined to live it the best I may, and look forward
with hope, and desire for tonight, when hopefully, i will dream again.

Enough of that... someone get me some Caffeine.