Beneath a sky of imaginary stars in a forest of paper trees, she sleeps
peacefully, dreaming of giraffes with long spotted necks breathing
as they slumber together, she and they, near a thundering waterfall
in a whispering breeze of softly scented flowers.
Her breath, stuttering a moment as her eyelids flicker in dreams, stays
steady and easy as her hair curls around her small head floating
on a soft cloud of feathers trapped in the form of a pillow.
A book you’ve read to her takes liberties in her mind, creating
fantastic adventures that cause her to stir with a smile as she
wraps more into her giant leaf you see only as a blanket, a content
happiness she would not have without your inspiration.