there’s always this moment,
laying in bed
seventy-five percent awake
and twenty-five percent
stuck in dream,
where you are starting to realize
you are alive–
you have a name and a face
and a family,
and this is a particular
day of the week
in which you have 
a specific list of
things to do.
It only takes a split-second
for all this information
to come flooding back
into the brain
that has been 
dreaming of falling
or flying over rooftops.

In the space between
waking and sleeping
it sometimes hits me
how wonderful it is
to be me, right here,
waking beside you.