After a long day
my bed calls to me,
Comfy and warm
yet her pillows stay cool to the cheek.
She keeps me company
all through the night,
My thoughts become hers,
in darkness or light.
Will I have good dreams
of love and adventure?
Or will shadows appear,
too deep to mention?
My mind plays tricks,
as she often does,
But my bed fights back
with her comforting hugs.
My neck finds peace
if I lay just right,
She eases my aches
most of the night.
She puts up with my snoring,
my tossing and thrashing,
Each dreamscape journey
more wild and crashing.
And though I kick and I turn
as I move through my dreams,
She never lets me fall out,
always there fixing my seams.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
After a long day
my bed calls to me,
Comfy and warm
yet her pillows stay cool to the cheek.
She keeps me company
all through the night,
My thoughts become hers,
in darkness or light.
Will I have good dreams
of love and adventure?
Or will shadows appear,
too deep to mention?
My mind plays tricks,
as she often does,
But my bed fights back
with her comforting hugs.
My neck finds peace
if I lay just right,
She eases my aches
most of the night.
She puts up with my snoring,
my tossing and thrashing,
Each dreamscape journey
more wild and crashing.
And though I kick and I turn
as I move through my dreams,
She never lets me fall out,
always there fixing my seams.
Maybe that's why I always go to her when the world stops making any sense.
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