I Prefer Dreams
by Katherine Givens
Originally published in WestWard Quarterly.
Fantasy fades into life,
When dawn rises from the night,
And my mind’s fog
Clears with a yawn.
Gone are the promises of adventure
In far-off worlds
Or times corrupted by change.
Perished are the heroes and blackguards,
Or the changes I, myself,
Act as the hero or blackguard.
Instead, I discover my continuance
When the alarm clock annoys
And the nine-to-five authority calls.
My one comfort, as I wake,
Is when I return,
I may rest my head on my pillow
For a homecoming
Into a fabrication, an illusion.