Dreamcatcher: A Poem
Brewing more frequent, vivid
and tangible dreams in those five
minutes of lucid awakening
than in the entire star clustered
night, I bumped into consciousness.
Stirring in bed and stretching like a baby;
reaching up to rub the sleep out of my eyes,
I felt something odd. Instead of my
soft fingers with subtle circular imprints
on the tips, I could feel squishy flesh and fur
against my face. Opening my dazes eyes,
flooding with the milky moonlight streaming
from the window, I looked down to see two
sleek black paws in place of my hands. I turned
them over; spongy pink pads, dazzling
white claws and shiny dark fur staring back at me.
Flexing my new paws, I stroked my head;
feeling around for two pointy ears, long
white whiskers and a rough, sandpaper tongue.
I slinked out of bed, landing on the floor with
agility and poise. Crawling over to the mirror
in my bedroom, all the while feeling my shoulders
gliding up and down, backwards and forwards,
along my spine like machinery, like platinum
pumps on a grand ship.
Looking into the mirror, the hazy moonlight
gliding in a strip, illuminating only
half of my features, I gazed at my
new face. With radioactive lime green
eyes that could shrink to thin, sinister
slits, and stretch to inky black spheres
upon my telepathic command, and
a small, button nose; I had morphed
into a silky slender, moggy cat.
Turning my head back to the bed,
I could see myself; my real self, lying
undisturbed in a deep, dreamy sleep.
Double taking back and forth from the
sleeping girl in the bed to the cat in the
mirror, I wondered which one was
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