My lids lay heavy upon my eyes.
Nestled in my bed,
not a light in the room,
yet I stay awake.

How can I be in great comfort,
but be uncomfortable at the same time?

Tonight the coldness of the sheets
give me chills.
So much room, I feel like my mattress never ends.
As lovely as my bed is,
I toss and turn,
pondering what would help my slumber.

It's you.