Beds

As I fell upon my bed,
I took a pillow to the head.
My blanket just swallowed me,
Like the tides of a magic sea.

The lights grew dimmer and dim.
My brain fell numb, as did my limbs.
Soon, I succumbed to the Dreams.
Dreams deeming seemingly extreme.

These Dreams assumed to be real.
The things I touch and see and feel
Are forgotten when I wake.
Life is not a dream. It's not fake