An Early Lucid Dream

I’m ten years old. I have a fever.
I’m in bed. The small room that I’m in is dark.
My eyes have become accustomed to it.
I ache.
My head spins.
I close my eyes.

Suddenly I wake.
I’m at the wrong end of the bed!
I sit up.
I see myself!
I see myself sleeping!
I’m frightened.
I take one final, terrified look at myself and squeeze my eyes tightly shut.
I pray that this will stop.
How can there be two of me?
I keep my eyes shut for several minutes,
I try to summon the courage to open them again.
When I do I am back with my head on my pillow.
I look to the bottom of the bed.
It’s O.K.
There is no one looking back at me.