Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Sleepclimbing

And now I lay me down to sleep,

And pray that if tonight I die,

That from above angels shall sweep,

And carry me to heaven high.

And as I slept, I dreamt they came,

The angels taking me away,

Upward, and so must be their aim,

Bound for heaven, as I did pray.

Oh so happy I be with this,

The for sure evidence that I'm

In route to my eternal bliss,

Going on my heavenly climb.

In sleep I climb beyond my reach,

Awake upon the roof, and screech.