Reoccurring Dream

I have awakened to an odd sort of place A room unfamiliar, extravagant, and lace A bed so grand and remarkably soft A floor of wood and pictures aloft A heavenly sent bombards my senses My guard is down exposed defenses Another beside me stirs about Shocking me slightly to force a roust From under the blankets emerges a pup A handful at most no bigger than a cup Back in bed I wrestle the stranger Bellowing loudly devoid of danger All at once a jolt brings me back A cane to the face a large “Thwack” My eyes strain through the new found tears Returning my attention to all my old fears I am back in the orphanage with the other kids With ragged old cloths and bruised eyelids Drifting back to sleep, I want to dream again Of the grand ol’ room and pup my friend.