The warmth of my cat
Her whiskers tickle my face
They stir my dreams, like little whisks,
She asks me, are you living
I respond,
lulls me into a deep slumber
and my imagination
into a flight of fancy
the life of your dreams?
I’m in a dream
your vision, your voice
The warmth of my cat
Her whiskers tickle my face
They stir my dreams, like little whisks,
She asks me, are you living
I respond,
lulls me into a deep slumber
and my imagination
into a flight of fancy
the life of your dreams?
I’m in a dream