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i've always believed it a fact
that i was a deep sleeper
and it was commonly known
by everyone i know
this fact was upheld with strong physical evidence
i sleep through my mother,
my alarm,
and all of my friends
and of course
i'm the first to bring up the time
that i slept through an earthquake
but that was when i was young
and it's not that i had any reason to stay asleep
i've always found it a waste of time
in fact
what do we have if not for time?

and i'm not implying that
being a deep sleeper
means that my dreams are artful
more often than not
i can't remember them when i wake up
but i could always tell
by my bed being soaked in sweat
like i was sleeping on the street
after a heavy downpour
that most of what i dreamt
weren't dreams at all
but nightmares
and i could always remember the fear
and the anxiety
that i felt from what happened in them
and surely enough describe
exactly the degree
in which the fear struck me

usually it was on a scale of 1 to 10:
1 being vampire puppies
10 being spider-clowns

the few dreams i had that weren't nightmares
were so strange
but so vivid
that waking into the real world almost became
inconceivable
and very rarely i'd dream of her
those dreams were always the ones i slept for
whether we were running from aliens
or zombies
or spider-clowns
or spending the evening in abandoned buildings
tagging kitten logos on the walls
and we would stop running from the police
only when the sirens became so quiet
that the sound of our smiles beating against the night
was loud enough to be a sound synonym
for those three words i always wished you would say
but we never spoke in my dreams
only took the time to make one another
more experienced
and more beautiful

but now i'm coming to find
everything i believe might never have been reality
because when i wake now
i get to wake up to my prince charming
and when you call me your sleeping beauty
i feel as though i'm in
one of those dreams that i would always hope for
and sometimes i really do wonder
if all of this is just a dream
if i'll wake up in the street
after a heavy downpour
and see that you're not really there
but for now i'm content just to enjoy what is here
whether it's real or not
and i sleep as soundly as i ever have
because now i long for my waking (or dreaming) moment
more than i ever have
and i see your smiling face
drenched in the sunlight leaking in
through my bedroom window
and all it takes for you to wake me
is a kiss