Hypnopaedia

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My dreams
Handle the craziness
On an air mattress
In a white bedroom

Will my mind
Come to terms
With sleeping
In places
That are not home?

But I hear men yelling
Outside of the bedroom
High-fives
Rough housing

My plump body
Covered with sheets
A down comforter sits on the
Ottoman next to the bed
But no one next to me

The TV is a transporting machine
The modern escape
Outside of the soul

To travel backwards
A grand performance
To unveil memories
Through a new camera
A new photo rests in my mind
Waiting to be developed