January 22, 2008

ode to my comforter



so cold tonight

less than zero, snowfall

goose bumps abound

down comforter is calling

come lie down in my warmth

close your eyes, and dream of my softness

the crinkly sound while you adjust me in those

final moments before sleep

dream of being cuddled by my heart

peace,

OC

5 comments:

  1. I love that moment when you slide into bed and feel yourself drifting off to sleep. I hate the cold, but when it is this icy, nothing feels quite as good as the bed.

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  2. I have to agree with maria...and between her tale of the sheets, your ode to the comforter, and Drowning Pisces love of her fleece sheets, I'm beginning to feel like I need to go up and crawl in mine.

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  3. I like the poem. Very nice wording.

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  4. I like my bed so much I have taken pictures of it... ohwhatadorkiam

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