I Napped

I napped
with a cat curled against my back,
with a pillow cushioning my knees,
with another cradling my cheek,
caught in the undertow of sleep.

I napped
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.

I napped
and jump into the gap
between reality and dreams
where sunlight beams and monsters scream,
where whimsical schemes reign supreme.
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Copyright 2020 Beth Pontorno