Oh, wicked image, why do you tease?
Did you think this would please?
My weariness ease?
This image I see.
A double bed in white
All made up for me,
Waiting all night.
Crisp clean sheets taunt,
The pillows, their comfort flaunt,
While fatigue and sleep haunts
Sleep deprived eyesight.
Though the windows
Whitewashed mornings
And jet-washed sunshine
Stream in.
Warm. Fresh. Calm
I am not warm. Or fresh. Or calm.
Head pounds. Pain in my arm.
From napping on it.
But,
We are warriors all.
Together, we rise tall, play ball.
And continue to write.
Through day, through night,
Through day again.
Drum roll please, we take a bow.
You keep your fine bed now.