I’m rubbing my eyes

Signaling it’s time

To head up to bed

Where my RG has already retired

And my dreams await…

Never knowing

What dramas will unfold

Throughout the night…

Will It be memories

Or…like a murder she wrote

Maybe A scene straight from Hitchcock

I never know…

Will wake up tomorrow

With a head full of thoughts

But never will know

Till I tiptoe to bed

And let the dream projector

Start rolling

Inside my head…