
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
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI like the poem. Very nice wording.
ReplyDeleteI like my bed so much I have taken pictures of it... ohwhatadorkiam
ReplyDeleteyou aren't a dork...
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