I’ll Miss You When I Wake Up

I’ll miss you when I wake up
No more order to up or down
And I’ll wonder if they’re coming back
I’ll miss them when I’m gone

I’ll miss you when I wake up
When I enter the usual realm
And I’ll wonder where you’ve gone
I’ll miss you when I wake up

“So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland,
though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality
the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds
the rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy
and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all thy other queer noises, would change, she knew…”