If the choice is between
the jersey spread or
the nylon comforter
stuffed with things not feathery,
but still able to prick skin
in fits of tumble care sleep seeking or
nothing at all,
it doesn't worry me too much,
this pursuit of dreaming.
However the options all pale
to irrelevance
when twenty minutes in and
finally warm enough
to stop fidgeting
I realize my teddy bear
is still at my desk
catching up on some late night reading
yet again.
I thought we'd been over this already.
