Satin sheets
Like when daddy used to pull them up and down in quick succession
Sending out pretty little waves of air
Searching for you
Like echolocation
And they'd puddle around you
Like tiny hills and valleys
And you
a smooth little rock
Ensconced in a blanket of snow
All covered up
stay there
It's warm, and quiet, and soft
The light filters in in slow pulses
You let your eyes shut over sepia screens
(you wish this was eternal)