now i lay me down to sleep

Sometimes I have this fever dream.

I walk around the edges of my room,

Tracing my fingertips along the walls,

Pretending they’re your body.

That way,

I would always be surrounded by you,

And I could sleep inside of you.

You would protect me from rain and snow and sleet,

And you would always keep the light on for me, 

If I feared the darkness.

You’d have a doorway,

And I could leave whenever I wanted,

But I’d always know you’d be there when I came back.

You’d hold onto all my things for me,

My whole world inside of you,

And that’s where I’d want it to be.

That’s where I want it to be,

Because sometimes I read you’re welcome as thank you,

And sometimes I feel my weight pulled onto the Earth when I’d like to fly into the planets.

Because sometimes I stumble through the roses you send,

I lay them out to dry and then I tack them to my walls.

I hope you don’t mind.