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The colors red and orange were just beginning to flood through my shut
eyelids,
My dreams shooting from my memory
My eyes opening,
My head lifting off my pillows
I feel the carpet through my toes,
Something makes me turn toward my wall
I look at my dream catcher,
And there were two more beads on it.
I put my hand out to touch it,
When my hand met it,
I saw the dream that I had just woken up from
I smiled in bewilderment,
And laid down in my bed,
To see,
what will come in my dreams next.