Speckled eggs and white poppies

Last night I was scrapbooking before bed.
And I must have fallen asleep, because I was suddenly in a clearing in the woods.
The ground was covered in white poppies.
I wandered around for a while, and found a tiny birds nest in the grass.
There were three speckled eggs inside.

I sat and held the nest for a very long time, and waited for the mother to fly back to her babies.
Slowly the day turned to dusk, and the sky got darker.
But as the sky darkened, the trees turned from mossy green to brilliant white.
Like the poppies.

I woke up in the middle of the night with the scrapbook in my lap, and ribbon in my hand.