Oh, such dreams, all weird, all scary. Shall I blame the roast beef?

I awoke from each and every one, interrupting it with
wakefulness. Before I fought, before I fell, before I risked.

A strange and restless night, and each awakening I was comforted
by a warmth and a lover next to me, breathing.

And now I remember not a one, and that's okay, for the scraps
that remained until light melted them were horrific enough.

I am awake now, craving coffee, but for now, I sit, calm,
enjoying feeling I have adventured.