I am from...

I am from the morning sun leaking through your window shades,
The pillow that you reach for comfort,
And the teddy bear you hug for security,
The covers that give warmth.

I am from the greener side of the grass.
Flowers that grow larger than others.
The humming of the humming birds.
The wishing and wanting to make a moment last longer.

I am from the underground
Where trains linger and there names are letters and numbers.
The darkness in the tunnels is the mode of transportation.
Where they take us from street to street.

I am from the slumber, you cry for at the end of the day
From the stars that replaced the clouds
And the moon that replaced the sun.
The moment you meet with that pillow.
When sleep consumes you into dreaming.

That is where I am from.