GlitterySmiles

A ray of light floods my gaze, As I see a figure through the haze. Coming toward me, with hand outstreched Slowly it seems, for my hand to fetch... Who are you, I ask, still being blind, Call out, so in this haze, you I can find. But no word comes, yet the figure is there, Is it and ilusion, a mear phantasm, in thin air? Air is cold, thick and foggy, It is morning, and I'm still groggy. But, what's this? I should be in bed, Yet I was up, dressed, while this i have said. Am I sleep-walking, would this be a dream? Let's see what happens, if I start to scream. I scream, and I shout, yet nothing comes out, What is this? am I dumb,