Thank you Bed.

I crawl into my bed where I don’t have to be judged by anyone
No thoughts need to be had just how long I should sleep
Forever I wish
But to be honest I won’t
Who else can you find that will never judge you?
No one. You can’t, that’s my point
And that’s what I like about my bed
It’s not living or dead and it stands on 4 legs
On the side of my wall where I put my feet when they’re hot
When I wake in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep
It doesn’t critique the way I am
Where I put my head, arms or legs
My legs that always embrace random pillows they find
taking some captive while leaving others behind
Even the pillows don’t tell me that who I shouldn’t be is me
There is no one to tell me that I can’t take the feather down and entwine and whined
Until they are all mine
I usually put on music and listen to a song
Or singer I should say
“Serenade me I ask” and they always fill the request
Helping me block out the thoughts that try to stop my dreams
The dreams that make my eyelids flicker at the seams
as I drift off to sleep…