REALITY: November Morning

Bright sunshine promise follows sleep-spattered night.  Unconscious at nine, awake in the fright of a nightmare at midnight.  Warmed by a laptop for hours without writing, eating chocolate toes and fudge filled eyeballs leftover from Halloween night.  Head for the bed in the wee hours of morning, warm wrapped in the hold of a man still asleep and unknowing I even crept in.  Switch channels as quick as mind movies are recognized seeking a comedy, something to laugh me to sleep and hours later I find it.  Then I wake to bright sunshine promise following another sleep-spattered night.