The Angel of Dreams- A Poem

Tired and desolate again,
I sink into my bed
and allow sleep to cover me with it's dark blankness of
night.
In my dream
there's an angel.
she
is soft and warm,
comforting me
soothing me
playing with my tangled hair
rubbing away my tears
with soft, fragile fingers and
wiping my nose clean,
whispering sweet
lovely words into my wide open ear
I drink them in
not even noticing
(or just not caring?)
that I am
stark naked.

and for some reason,
this angel,
this guidance,
this loving
tender
beautiful
angel
looks a heck of a lot
like my mom.