Twilight Zone

Is it Monday or a joyous Sunday,
A hotel room, or my usual bed?
The one I’m cuddling, is that
my lover or the one I’ve wed?

Half thinking, half dreaming
Partly awake, still in a haze
Conscience drifts in and out
deliciously through a maze

My excited mind toys
With every possibility
It’s the one time when I am
whatever I want to be

A mobile phone shrieks
The familiar alarm ringtone
Ten minutes of snoozing,
yearning for twilight zone.