#29
Covers
Light crawls in through the window
tugging at my blankets and trying
to throw them off me.
Trying to throw me into another day,
into my life of cold milk and warm showers.
Music will spin around me,
and I'm supposed to dance around the notes;
grey light pulls at my arm.
Get up, wake up!
This is no day. None at all.
I want to lie still and forget
my heart is beating like an automaton.
Just, to slip away into the heat of the covers
and let my life slip into dreams;
maybe it will all be dreams.
And maybe I'll finally wake up and see your face
smiling the quiet way sleepers do.
And the humidifier is humming
some nameless tune in its reedy monotonous voice.
Time blurs; and it sways drunkenly
as I close my eyes tighter and duck my head
further into the pillow.
I wrap my blankets around me tigther
to feel their heat --
the only heat a lonely sleeping man can have.