asleep.

listening to this almost blasting music, it vibrates my tummy.
the laptop its blasting from has a shape of a bubble the music comes out of.
and it forms around my head.
my eyes slowly shut, and finally i fall into the idea asleep.
i'm still awake inside, but my body is tired.
i can still hear the bass, and i can still hear the pianos.
it amplifies the room, and it amplifies my ears.
my head droops to the side, and im finally asleep.
my arms and my legs twitch, until i fall into the deepest sleep from the music.
my hand moves to the back of my pillow.
the pillowcase feels like snow on the ground with the cold pavement against your cheek.
i dream about how my bed is a cloud, or how i'm a cloud.
i could float in any direction, and i can rain on the people i greatly dislike.
i can rain on those that try to mislead me, but realize they've failed at that, and they've failed as a human being.
i can thunder on whoever wants to put holes in my umbrella.
in my dream, i can tell whoever to shut up, or whoever that i want them dead.
there's no consequences, and no, i'm not a famous author.
but i sure know how to write about my dreams.
in this dream, there's no fat or skinny.
there's one size.
and anyone can come and steal the hoodie that's keeping me dry.
its not too hot, its not too cold.
i twitch some more,
and i turn over.
i take a deep breath.
and my eyes open slowly to the light blinding me from the window.
i rub the sleep out of my eyes, and recap my perfect dream.
and that's when i wake.