my recent panic attacks must have alleviated
because even though
I still wake up in the middle of the night
screaming,
I could finally put myself to sleep
after taking three pills of what they call
sedatives
cradling me with its lullaby on my veins
as one by one
I count my frustrations
crawling towards me
hungry for attention
like an infant on its mother’s arms.

the sheets have been drier, blankets hotter
the pillows don’t talk too much
although some nights
I spend an hour
or so
listening to their exchange of
countless narratives and sometimes
futile perspectives
in rather hushed tones
it had come to me that these fluffs
must have resolved their trust issues
good for them.