This one is very odd but none the less make no sence and perfect sence.
I sleep
Nothing
I wake
I dream

Thoughts overlap reality like sheets of paper,
sometimes the paper is so thin you can't distinguish the two,
I saw you smiling at me
But were you there?
I watched the children playing on the street,
yet the street was empty.

Is this real?
or am I dreaming?
I can tell reality from fantasy
Fantasy is more tangiable