my hands are cold
it’s dark in here
goosebumps
adorn my skin
my eyes are tired
my brain is
fried
oh please
let me
cuddle in a quilt
with a soft chenille tortoise
let me smash my face
into a ’60s pillowcase
let the world fly by outside
i’m deep beneath flannel sheets
blissfully asleep
in the long
sweet
naptime of the soul
