Oh his comfortable bed.
When I am not dreaming in it, I dream of it.
Its coziness absorbs my happy thoughts;
Cradling me into bliss.
His red blanket trapping my warmth
Shutting out the cool night air.
Navy fuzzyness mellows my thoughts.
And I lose all recollection of the days issues.
& only ponder of what tomorrow may bring.
True, his presence has affect,
But I know that we share different dreams upon the same pillows
Pillows filled with soft cotton.
Clouds that ease my thoughts into rest
My second home is found beneath those sheets
A place where I find total peace with myself and the world.
No angry thoughts; not even slightly mad ones.
Just smiles.
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