Under The Covers

Under The Covers

2003 by Bud Lemire

Under the covers, and fast asleep

How can you see, to count the sheep

Shut off from the world, lost in dream space

Off on a journey, into some distant place

Will I remember, the places I go

Or wake up, and not even know

Some dreams, are so vivid, they stay so clear

Whiles others, when we awaken, seem to disappear

I like to remember, the good ones I dream

But some of those nightmares, sure make me scream

Some are so farfetched, they're hard to believe

While others are so real, I feel all I receive

I wonder if what we dream, is because of what we eat

And why, if I ate the same things, wouldn't the dreams repeat

It's sure odd, I'm never hungry when in my dreams

But I'm always starving, when I've awakened, it seems

Under the covers, is a good place to be

Warm and so cozy, and comfortable for me

Whether, it's a dream remembered, or just a good sleep

Under the covers, is where I like to creep