So Comfortable (Revamped an older poem)

The night has come,
I'm here to lie
to skip tonight,
to wake today.

I’m under covers
with my pillows,
with these comforts
I’ll wake tomorrow.

In fact,
I am

so comfortable
that enshrouding blankets of black abate,
solitude's quiet seduction assumes,
rather soon I should be dreaming.

Just now,
I am.

But, ugh, this pillow,
it is somewhat small.
My covers are hot.
It's time to shift.

Yes,

          that's

much

                        better.

In fact,
I am

so comfortable
my eyes are tired,
my body's limp,
I couldn't move
if I desired.

Just now,
I am

so comfortable
my eyes are closing,
my body's refreshing,

here I lie;
I am dreaming.

In fact,
I am -

but what was that?

                         I am sure
                it was
                                           nothing.



                        

It didn't sound like owls asking
or the wavering winds whispering,
it wasn't the sea and shore shivering.

A voice!

But what did he say?
A name?
A place?
It sounded familiar.
But what did she say?

No, no, no,
that's not important.

Just now,
I know

the night has come,
I need to lie,
I must skip tonight,
I must wake today.

In fact,
I can’t.

My pillow's thick,
my covers smother -
sticky, slippery, hot sweat.

I need a different posture.
I suppose that'll do.
I lie to skip for what comes after.

Just now,
I try.

Perhaps if
I count sheep.

One...
Two...
Three...

Three!

I forgot to bring her three!
not two
but three!
She mentioned three!
She only wished for three.

No!
that's irrelevant,

merely
only
just
a memory.

Tonight,
I won't.

The day has come
I've tried to lie;
awake last night,
I'll skip today.

She's under covers
with his pillows,
without her comfort
there's no tomorrow.

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