Like steam that escapes a boiling kettle,
tensions dissipate.
Safe from encroaching demons
I meditate.
Unafraid of tomorrow
my cool pillow comforts me.
Support- through writhing sorrow,
offering solace when I weep.
Snuggled warm beneath the sheets,
reassured I rest my head,
unaware I fade to sleep- tranquil,
I love my bed...
S.A. Peck
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I can thoroughly relate.
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