Linen walls

A little nook
Pillows shaped into a shell almost as if the walls of a peanut
Enough to hide a full grown person
A fortress of sorts , a safe haven
A shield to the gripping fingers of a days turmoil
A place to burrow
A linen cocoon
The threshold of your dreams
A " foxhole"
Nestled away from the outside world
Covers up to my neck
I let the walls envelop me
I close my eyes and immerse my being into this nocturnal abyss
And fool myself into being safe from my conscious
As I drift myself off to sleep
In my own little dream capsule
Forged in the face of the comforters
and braced by the walls of the pillows
Until the paddles of dawn row their way through the moat of now " yesterday's " perils.
At least for the night I was behind my linen walls.
Enveloped in a shroud uninhabited thought
With the hopes of a painless sleep ........