Awakening

It is a quiet type of awakening
Eyes bright
Hair smoothed down
We smell poppies and milk
A sweet elixir
We take sips from the copper cup
It is cool and soothing
Days trip into days
We sleep
Dream
Walk
Hope for something better
We wash in warm water
Let the bubbles sink into our skin
It is the small things that make us feel awake
The Red Bed calls
We must decline its offer
Stay awake
Occupy our minds
It is so hard to be
It is never easy
Says Alice
Always so many riddles to solve
Rivers of tears to cross
Each step is a movement forward
And we become
The smell of warm laundry filters through our senses
We are home
Home is safe.