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Every night I open a book
And out comes a dragon
With iridescent wings, offering a ride
And down I look, down I look,
On my unmade bed,
my pile of unfolded laundry
my desk piled with fiction books,
And bid reality a comforting farewell-
Promising to return later.
But why?
After I conquer the kingdom-
I now wear the crown
and a beautiful silken gown
shouting orders, issuing commands
Yet my kindness if renown.
My temper is not often tested.
The feeling of power and control: profound.
And when the dragon hovers above
Offering me a ride home yet again,
I can't help but cry. And I cry again
My tears running down shiny scales
and then into my mound of pillows.
But why did I return home?