Diary entry 84b

I woke up
and
that’s a decider
to get out of bed
( adding a rider)
only if the sun is shining.

The dream if
it was the dream
came to me
garbled as usual.

And I lay here still hearing them,
the ghosts of dreams come dressed as men
I don’t fear them
only wonder when
they’ll leave me be.

She calls,
‘tea’s ready’
and the sun starts to shine.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.