Waking to a Dream

I woke up one morning,
opened my eyes,
and blinked… and blinked again.

The sun peeked at me
through the same
east-facing window.

I blinked again,
and lay looking
at the same sun.

Everyday it greeted me,
never a change
in its warmth.

My heart kept me laying… blinking.
It was beating fine,
a steady beat, a familiar rhythm.

But it was heavy.
It was an anchor, it was lead.
And I was unable to move.

Then I realized…
I was nothing but a dream.
So I closed my eyes,
and woke up,
and ceased to be.

And now the east
has grown dark.
And I'm flying
looking for the sun.