He Sleeps - James Newton Howard

I fell asleep at teatime and dreamed a dream fired by a conversation with my elder sister today .

I “woke” and my grandmother was sitting quietly in the arm chair next to the fire. Finlay on her lap

The fire was reflected in her glasses and I could smell cold cream and fairy hand soap. 

She was smiling and had a white cardigan on 

I could even see the handkerchief she had suddenly pushed up one sleeve 

Finlay smiled too

My grandfather was asleep on the couch next to me in his shirt and tie, I could smell tobacco

Winnie snoring gently next to him  and across the room my aunt Dena waved gently and Albert swished a tail in his normal bad tempered way from the back of her chair.

Meg, and Willian and Dorothy lay in front of a fire I could feel from my dream and I could hear my sisters laughing from the kitchen though I couldn’t see them 

When I woke , I could only see Roger in the arm chair

And all I could smell was the spiced Christmas candle given to me from a neighbour 

And I suddenly felt I had missed something all rather special