On waking.
The dream starts
to begin.
To disappear,
gently away.

On waking.
The sound of
the tv,
is loud again.

On waking.
The lights,
are now
switched off.

On waking.
The mixture
of sounds,
made by others.
Awaken
the house
somemore,
from it’s slumber.

On waking.
The cars outside,
move from
the driveway.

On waking.
The cuckoo
echoes,
through the air.

As the
birdsong
begins to
sing it’s way.

The roads
start to fill
with traffic.
As outside,...