Lost in a Haze

humorous poem about seeing pink clouds and bunnies

Lost in a haze
of my mind’s own making,
pink clouds and bunnies play.

I cannot have this.
This will never do.

I try to shake off the fantasies,
when a voice from beyond the fog calls,
smashing clouds and bunnies,

“Honey? Benadryl haze?”
as he hands me a tissue.