Still dreaming

Well, it looks as though I'm still dreaming
my life is still floating on that great blue ocean
(could it be?)
when really
really
REALLY,
now
it's below zero
steadily snowing
again
and I've got some cold creep invading my bones.
Damn him
or it
or whatever it is that makes me think
over and over
today
that I ought to live in a more temperate climate
one where alien invaders frequent less
and the skin tans more.
The dogs are becoming quite restless now
Zorro is punching at the keys with his fat little paws
he writes
"I want out! Now."
(I've corrected his spelling)
So out we go
into the cold
the snow
saving the dreams
tucking them all away again
hoping
maybe
they won't come back.