me

As wind blows accross my face...
a chill runs through my spine...
coldness sets into my palms...and then...
bright rays enter
through the dark room i sleep in...
the heat of the sun piercing on my eyes..
trying to awake me,,,
why not u come a little late...
i feel...
so that..
i can live in my dream world , a little while more...
why not i sleep a little longer in my cozy bed..
the morning sun waits for none..
and brings us back to the dreary mundane practicality.......