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To sleep perchance to dream
I slowly awake
Consciousness sweeps over my body
Like a wave seeking the sanctity of its beach
As the numbness of sleep begins to wane
I begin to wonder
Was it a dream, was it reality
Was I visited by an angel who is Ashley
Must be a dream I ponder
For why would I a mere mortal
Be privy to such a visitation
Satisfied that it was merely a dream
I rise from the comfort of my bed
And spy a hair ribbon carelessly discarded on my headboard