When you wake up with the
carpet imprint on your cheek
and the cramp in your neck
whose only remedy
causes more pain
and you wonder how
many spiders have
crawled on you while
you slept.
Grateful for the company
wishing you could sleep
again, sleep forever
not to die in your sleep but to
sleep until you die.
So hard to sleep once
the covers are pulled over
your head
A cocoon to keep the
bugs out
the ones you can see, anyway.