with a cat curled against my back,
with a pillow cushioning my knees,
with another cradling my cheek,
caught in the undertow of sleep.
with a book set in my lap,
with my glasses marking the place
where I read of a mysterious case
that my mind proceeded to chase.
and jump into the gap
between reality and dreams
where sunlight beams and monsters scream,
where whimsical schemes reign supreme.
Copyright 2020 Beth Pontorno