Somnumbulism

I opened my eyes, from darkness to light, 

And into a meadow I travel. 

In the middle of nowhere

Where cliffs meet the water, 

And streams take leaps of Faith. 

The beautiful sunshine, 

A house that looks Divine, 

Not sure whether it's all mine.

I look around, perplexed 

For all the doors are locked, 

And keys to them I have not. 

Then, in a gust of wind that blew 

I found a key like a feather 

Afloat upon the wind's gentle flow.

I chase it through the meadows and forest,

I chase it like a madman in jest

Without a thought and without rest

Uphill and downhill beside the stream,

And then U see it free-falling

Into the cliff in between

I jump from the edge of the mountain top

Managed to get my hands on the feather-like top,

The key vanishes in my fist in a moment's pause.

I open my eyes too late and shriek

As from the Somnumbulism I awake,

And find myself falling off the edge of the

The thirteenth-floor balcony's small ledge.

~ Suranya