"Beep, beep. Beep, beep."

Her alarm clock.

"Beep!"

She looked like she hadn't slept enough-- was smiling into the pillow fluff.  I leaned against the window-frame and stared at her with little shame. The sun was bouncing off the wall and jumping up and down like a ball; it bounced right over the bed too and onto the carpet, which was blue. A hue which I found quite delightful, and made me think of muffins and trifle, and also of October rain and other things I couldn't explain like--

"Beep!"

"Ohhhh," she mumbled, throwing her clock right at the door. I watched it fall onto the floor; The little-hand pointing at two, the big-hand not sure what to do.

"Shut up" she whined, "just a minute more."

The beeping stopped, stopped it did. That clock became an invalid. Rain poured up the walls around her; that clock got wetter by the hour. Little-hand twirled 'round like a flower; Big hand just laid there, enjoying the shower.

No sounds of clocks, no sounds at all; surely she should soundly fall inside a dream and jump back out quite happily, I thought.

"Don't shout!"

Startled by the sudden scare, I looked at her; she was right there giving me an annoyed glare at the window where I'd stood, to peek at her because I could. I thought I'd kept right out of sight, I thought I'd not get such a fright!

"You see me?"  I asked with a sheepish smile.

"Yes" she sighed, "But it's alright. You just don't realize what's going on yet. Just make the most of this--it looks like you're another lucid dreamer."

Oh dear, she sounded so mechanic! "One fish two fish red fish blue fish!" I yelled in a sudden panic.

She grinned and glanced down at the floor,  the sun was swimming through the rainstorm; I lifted both my feet in the air and looked for fish that were not there; the sun had already splashed away and found another game to play.

"You'll have to hurry up!" she cried and offered me a dewberry pie. "And what am I to do with this?!"  I looked at it, oblivious.

Little-hand tapped impatiently; big-hand giggled playfully. This was not good, not good at all!

She pointed towards the opposite wall. a picture of me was about to fall. "You need to make your portrait smile, otherwise, we'll be--"

"Here for a while!" I nodded at her frantically.

Just as I thought I'd seen enough I thought my way to more weird stuff; Oh! the thinks that we can think with heads jam-packed with jelly and pink! To my surprise I realized, the bed was melting before my eyes! She swiped a hand against the covers--I was so scared I started to stutter.

"Dont' be afraid! It's only butter!"

So with butter and dewberry pie I ran--

"Throw them at you as hard as you can!"

I did and as I saw them splatter against the picture frame, which shattered, I understood how much this mattered; Little-hand cheered, loud and high, big-hand waved a friendly goodbye. Inside, outside, upside down, I could not let my picture frown! I jumped and screamed "Please! don't be sad!"

And suddenly, nothing.
No pie in my hand, no rain in my shoes. The morning hues glared through the blinds and I blinked my eyes. Brushing blue fluff off my knees I looked back up and found myself outside the window frame again. I peeked in one last time, and sitting there, in the sunlight, was my alarm clock, silent and still. Little-hand and big-hand. I smiled at will.
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