Some Days, Some Dreams

Some days my room seems bigger. When I wake up and look out the window, the dirty alley looks like a valley and the narrow water line coming from the leaking garbage can looks like a flooding river washing everything on its way.
My typing machine is at the other end of the city sitting on my table and my books are on a shelf on top of mount Everest.
Those days I just stay in my bed and reach for my pencil and notebook, right beside me, where I left them last night. Then I write the first two words of the day: Dreams and fantasies ....