I was a daydreamer, drifting off
to the chalky scratch of times-tables,
sitting silently, letting my thoughts
run wild. My pillow beckons
well after sunrise, advertising
adventure, Van Gogh skies,
even outer space, alluring
until I wake, a dog
staring, worried,
into my face.


I missed the deadlines for the two prompts that inspired this poem, from GoDogGoCafe and dVerse. Why? I suppose I was daydreaming.

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