There is a memory I pull out and read when I can't sleep
A work of fiction -
But like a memory; the feeling remains while the details change
I am in a soft mess of warmth, my body so content I cannot feel it
Eyes closed but I can feel the presence of those who love me most
Because the hand on my back is gentle with no hesitation
And the touch on my hair is absent-minded
A calm assurance, from my own reading or from a friendly voice
"We are all happy, and we will be right here when you wake up"
And I know I am safe
And the passage is seamless