Insomniac’s dream

Once upon a winter day dreary, I fell fast asleep for my mind was weary.

I rose from my resting place and my shoes started sticking.

I checked the time, but the clocks weren’t ticking.

I stood up and the floorboards were rocking.

I glanced through the peephole and the devil came knocking.

I went to the kitchen and the pots all had rust,

I went to the attic and the furniture turned to dust.

The spill in the kitchen had turned into a lake.

I set back down to check the time, I did not know what of it to make

I opened my eyes, and the clocks had all reset, for I was now awake.