naptime

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