Drifting on a sunbeam

Waking to a cool breeze

Stirring in a warm bed

Think I’ll frame the moment

Opened up the ceiling

Plucked me from the daydream

All the contents poured through

Now it fills the whole room

Watching as the snow piles high

Trapped inside the gold mine

Cocooned on the couch

Butterflies spill out

Drifting on a moonbeam

Safe from winter’s deep freeze

Listening to the chimes sing

Step into the dream scene