My dreams. My truth

She stood on the threshold of
Deep slumber and wakefulness.
Dreams heavy on her eyelids.
Duties heavy on her soul.
She knew not though,
Which to ignore.
And where to roll.
Dreams enticed her to freedom and wilderness.
Duties adhered her to pretence and discretion.
'Mother... wake up!'
Ah! Just that one call!
She smacked the dreams off her eyelids.
Donned the garb of smile and
Walked onto the discreet aisle of life.