It knows me at my most vulnerable
When the day was too much and I need a respite
It shades me from the sun beaming in

The headboard, I'm undecided on
Surely it serves some purpose other than to bump my head on
This headboard is about as useful as I feel some days.

This pillow cover covers more than this pillow
Does it remember my first pillow fight
The times I've clutched it over my ears, hiding from shadows

I sink into this mattress
For something so comfortable
Why do I sleep less and less each month

The ceiling is a canvas for my imagination
The popcorn paint outlines faces and shapes
That disappear and stay lost in my head

My dog has started a coup
My territory shrinks with each adjustment I make
The art of bed is not lost on her.

The cord of the fan swings lightly, tapping a tune
Setting the beat for tonight's sleep
Tick tick breathe tick tick breathe

The comforter should really be named the cocoon
Thick enough to hide in
It keeps the monsters out at night

Perhaps the best part of my bed
Is that when laying down in it
I don't have to be alone

The linen feels like love
Wrapping me from head to toe
Separating the world and me