[Jillian May Scortfil]

Tucked safely in my bed
With a book of mystery in my hands
I hear the distant barks of dogs
And the tiny little bats
Flying around outside my window
I read on, taking in every single word, every letter
Until Morpheus comes to claim my drowsy mind;
That’s when I put my book aside
Take off my glasses; the room becomes a blur;
And slip off to the land of dreams
In the arms of Morpheus…