Prelude to Somnolence

Crust critters sew shut my eyelids
I struggle to remember my what-should-I-do-and-did’s
But I can’t crawl out or from under the sheet
The mattress sighs then , caresses my feet
If my ears dare not deceive me, then perhaps it is my head.
“Shh…dear, why don’t you just come back to bed?”
And I lay me down among the pussy willow,
Just a foolish girl in love with her pillow

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