On the day Reality asked Dreams for a dance. 
But Dreams declined.  "You are often 
crude and would step on my hopeful feet." 

Reality straightened his tie with the fate prints.  "You never 
take a chance.  This 
joyous dancefloor awaits us. 
Would you let a few 
sore toes get in the way 
of becoming yourself?" 

Dreams folded her arms.  "Today yes. 
Tomorrow maybe" 

Reality snickered "You always talk 
of tomorrow like he'll walk in the door, 
kiss your hand, and 
spin you endlessly." 

Dreams turned her eyes.  "He will.  For I 
am a passionate kiss.  And you Reality, 
you are but a cold fish handshake." 

Reality stretched 
his neck in the stiff ivory collar.  "Then 
shall dance with Yesterday." 

Dreams looked Reality straight in the eye "Yesterday 
knows only one dance." 

Reality tugged his cufflinks "But 
she knows it well.  And once again 
you'll just sit here and watch. 
Guzzling up 
all the punch of Life." 

"Sipping,"  murmured Dreams,
 casually looking away, "slowly sipping".