poured out before bed
Into the warm cocoon of my jersey knit bed I snuggle, a fluffed pillow over my head, the comforter swaddled in about my neck. Yet beneath all the trappings of sleep, beneath my tightened lids, I perceive the warm glow of morning, the sunlight filtered through creamy white drapes. I sigh and burrow deeper, even as my mind stretches up to meet the dawn, imagines the goings on beyond the window, the coming and going of those happy beings for whom day is day. Impatiently I wait for a different twilight to signal the time for my awakening, the beginning of my work shift.