This bed is soft I think
As I wait for the last of the streetlights outside to switch on
And the frame squeaks every time I roll over
And the pillow is lumpy
And the blankets are scratchy
And the sheets are too thin
The AC is on way way way too high- The room's frigid
The barely open blinds leak light the way a glass of ice water sweats dew drops
And the noises of students on their way to parties and clubs
Distracts an already too weary mind trying to find sanctuary in sleep
I want to play in a field of daisies
Under a neon sky and a light bulb sun
Watching dandelion fluff
Pirouette on the breeze
As we run hand in hand
And collapse into a plillowtop bed of green
I want to wander through a dark brown world
Resplendent in tones of milk chocolate and chunky peanut butter
Carpeted in velvet
With crystalline facets that reflect my form
The way you're eyes do
I want to float in a bath water sea
With the scent of hugo boss and suave healthy curl shampoo
Wafting over me like ribbons of steam
With a foggy mirror above me
And a heated towel waiting for me when I get out
I need sleep
I need silence and darkness and warmth and comfort
But most of all
I need to feel the softness of you're skin
And the lullaby of you're body heat
