Fabric.

Seeing how much influence dreams can have on our lives, you'd think we'd enter them with proper preparation.

Quietly

she sleeps.

Hidden underneath

barely enough

fabric

to cover

that she grows;

So quick,

so merciless.

With dust-dyed

eyes

she ventures-

Then falls,

in the sea

they call:

Just dreams.

With dawn

to keep from

drowning,

and sun

to break

the haze.

Nothing

but outgrown

fabric,

as all to

keep her safe.