For this bed I lie in is quicksand.
Soothing ‘death’ that lures me in.
Comfortable pool of nothingness.
A quilted raft to escape my sins.
This cushioned cocoon calls me.
Five minutes quickly turns to ten.
I reach over to tap the snooze bar.
It’s cunning trap snared me again.
These blankets act as my armor;
and crisp sheets caress my skin.
The cruel world holds no victory.
I’ll just lie on these pillows to win.