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here's one that comes with a poem... artwork rendered free-hand in powerpoint; poem's mine too... 

Rude Awakening

Gossamer dream tendrils

Surrender reluctantly their tenuous grasp upon my consciousness

And I rise

Languidly

To a golden glow and renewed awareness

My senses emerge shyly from the receding mist to envelope me

In the soft staccato of chickadee twittering

Overlaying the melodious rainbow of dancing chimes

Buffeted playfully by soughing breezes

In the sultry aroma of freshly brewed Kona

Intermingling with the hazelnut vestiges

Of last night’s Yankee candle

And in the pillow-perfect caress of my bedding

Imparted to arms and legs splayed carelessly to the four winds

As only the deepest slumber can scatter them

My eyes open as a sloth moves

To the overhead spectacle of a million-mote emissary of this glorious new day

Riding a sunlit shaft from stained-glass window

To the back of my mind

Where it registers as beauty

My arm stretches instinctively leftward, whereupon

One final, brutal awareness seeps into my consciousness

And my heart, flanked by all the dreams it once held

With them in unison whispers a breathy te morituri salutamus

And breaks anew

For you are not beside me

Gazing me lovingly awake

Sharing these exquisite sensations and the prospect of brunch together

And might quite possibly not ever be again