I wrote on Sunday
while you were sleeping;
In some other world,
my mind was creeping.
It was an old place
that I have ignored;
I left it alone
because I got bored.
Lo and behold though,
it made itself known.
It whispered to me,
“Come back to our zone.”
And so I obliged,
then what do you know:
The story itself
had started to flow.
New revelations
were easily made,
so I wrote them down
before they could fade.
