Through The Ceiling

Through The Ceiling

2003 by Bud Lemire

I remember long ago, on that strange and fateful day

When those aliens came through the ceiling, to take me away

I was just lying there, resting in my bed

Before I even knew it, I was being lead

I didn't see their spaceship, but my home I was leaving

Looking back now, it was hard time believing

I found myself following, not sure where we were to go

I wanted to stop them, but how I didn't know

It seemed further away, is where we were going

And the feeling of homesickness, inside me was growing

How could I explain to them, they wouldn't understand

That my heart and soul, feels best in my homeland

They gave me a glimpse, of what the future would be

And how my absence, would effect those all around me

I saw sadness of family and friends, and a missing gap

All I wanted, was to lie down and take a nap

But I knew it was not, suppose to be this way

These aliens should know, that I want to stay

I opened my eyes, and there I was in my bed

“I'm so happy to be here," were words passing through my head

This was a dream I had. I had gone to bed mad at something or someone. I fell asleep. When I awoke. I felt so happy to be home and alive. And in my own bed. Was it just a dream?