i drift to sleep
right as the sun sets.
perhaps it’s a thing
i’ve done before.
but this once,
i watch.
hear the clock.
it ticks,
chimes,
the bird cuckoos out,
bids me a good night.
it feels like the sun promised
that despite no longer
the same shine,
it’s been here
to keep any nightmares at bay.
the night suit is filled
with cottony soft.
socks that still make my feet shiver.
i always run
a tad bit too cold.
but this once,
in the bare evening,
the books around me
promise safekeeping.
they say being tired
is more than okay.
till i can’t find warmth
in human form,
the flowers on my desk
will keep me company.