Fly Away at Daybreak

Tell me this is just a dream

I have been wrapped in a warm cacoon of blankets. I am odly at ease, even though I have been sleeping for three days now, unable to open my eyes. Despite the fact that I am sleeping I can still hear everything, from the doctor reporting my conditions, to my mother's frantic voice pleading for me to wake up. And I want to. I just haven't been able to wake ever since I saw that girl in my room. First I saw her in the allyways by the school, then I saw her in the park by my house. The last time I saw her was when I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. She crept up and stood over me for a while. Her skin was a pale white and her golden hair fell down to her waist and her eyes... they were huge, blue, clear eyes that sparkled a little. She turned her head to the side and smiled. I know I should be creeped out, but the way she smiled brought only warmness like someone you wish you knew. I  But the weirdest part isn't the girl, its the dreams. They are an exotic series of dreams that all happen in the same place that I just can't seem to make sense of. First it was my teacher mr. Birkley reciting a poem about trees and mattresses. Something about them being wise and British. And the only thought that I could register was, "I always knew he was going crazy."