Every night I go to sleep. I dream of things I dare not speak. I toss and turn all through the night. I moan, groan, and snore in the twilight. Out from within comes a world unknown. A world of drowsiness, very different from my own. Within that world comes a sharp cry. I pray to myself, I'm too young to die. Then the world slowly dissappears. I wake up and forget all my fears. When I wake a new day's begun. I open my window and reveal the new morning sun.
~Gwendolyn A (Pepper) Coyne
March 18, 1992
