My dream

Drooling in the dreary, winter mornings
toying with a dream,
The quilt is my friend indeed,
I shine up with a smiling gleam.

Sought you in  my dream, I guess
made me smile during a test,
Cautious not to break the enchantment
as precious as a golden chest.

But alas! It had to wind up
It had to end the spell
I wishfully hopeful was
that the alarm did not bell.