She dreamt of sweeties
Candies galore
Along with mounds of cookies
Piled on the floor

There were licorice laces
Lying all about
And candy corns
Which had just begun to sprout

Marshmallow fluff covered
Her once boring bed
And she began to consider
If she could possibly be dead

The curtains appeared
To be made of toffee
And she wondered if someone
Had poisoned her coffee

She thought this might be heaven
Or potentially a nightmare
While tasting Bavarian cream
As it dripped from her hair

And she thought to herself
Perhaps sweet dreams really do come true
Maybe they just don’t happen
The way they seem they ought to

© 2018 Michelle Cook

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