Two Lives

I slept for fifteen minutes
And dreamt a pretty sight.
Now I feel sick.
Tired.
I lived two lives
in fifteen minutes –
One that pretended to sleep,
One that pretended to be awake.
And when I woke up,
all that pretension
bloomed an eternal romance,
built a pretty cottage,
gave birth to two angelic children,
carved out a decent career,
and blew a tiny bubble of hope
that perched itself on my head –
the weight of which,
even two whole lives,
found too heavy to carry.