Dreamland

She looks like a little girl,

Sleeping and Drifting,

Curled on white sheets,

Legs and arms curled up,

Underneath an ocean of white comforter.

 

Her red hair swims in a mess of blue covered pillows,

Lazily danging into the pool.

 

While Rain drops against the window,

Light and easy, she drifts off to Dreamland.