I lay awake and dream,
of all the things I could be,
lucid wanderings of my mind,
content exploring of all the futures I can see.

Warm absent-mindedness
heavy eyelids, not uncomfortably so
lazing on a Summer's day
relaxing on a river's flow

In only one way could this be augmented
if someone were to enjoy this with me
this boredom bliss I feel
cosy aloofness, loose and free.

The End

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