You may say I'm a dreamer

I have a love/hate relationship with my pillow. When I toss and turn amidst visions of literary postulations, I blame my pillow as the clock reminds me of the few hours of sleep that I will likely be getting. And when I fall asleep instantly, mysteriously filling the ever elusive  dream-card with the most pleasant occurrences, loving people, and unthinkable good fortune, it is my pillow whom I thank in the morning. This morning I awoke grateful and refreshed - a clean slate. I am completely caught up with contractual work, and now I can get a little lost in the bliss still floating through my subconsciousness, and  finish writing a song.