Prelude To Somnolence

Crust critters sew shut my eyelids I struggle to remember my what-should-I-do-and-did’s But I can’t crawl out or from under the sheet The mattress sighs then , caresses my feet If my ears dare not deceive me, then perhaps it is my head. “Shh…dear, why don’t you just come back to bed?” And I lay me down among the pussy willow, Just a foolish girl in love with her pillow