I woke dreaming of the Guggenheim

I woke dreaming of the Guggenheim
and Frank Lloyd Wright's hawkish face.
My dog stood up placing her paws on the bed
and I hugged her gigantic horse head.
It's time! I was asleep at nine and now it's five thirty.
I am ready for the day. I stop off in my office on my way down the stairs and turn on my computer. I turn on a path of lights in the dark house leading to the dark back yard. I look up and see the big dipper directly overhead. The neighbors in the apartment house nearby are awake. They have their kitchen lights on. They are always up early too. I turn on my kitchen light as if to say hello.