Written the first night sleeping in my own bed after a month and a half away.
Credit: Kinga Cichewicz via Unsplash.
Odd ditty penned, but it’s a dire matter;
Time since I rested in powder-puff hug.
Since I eased in downy-feathers snug.
It’s softness no hospice mattress combats.
Nor it’s cotton-candy duvet flatters.
Pillows topple, soft petal-cotton sheets —
Breath; my body sighs where it’s velvet, skin meets.
Near two-months since I lay swathed in satin.
So grateful was I for home to heal, still —
Wasn’t my bed, blankets twisting while dreams fill.
Oh, how I missed my marshmallow mattress —
But, I ache — some know not sleeps hiding place.
In Cloud-bed find I deepest-drowsy sleep,
Still, the darkness lingers in my mind creeps.
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