I am awake
So the bed I occupy is inappropriate
Practically perverse pillows
But the mattress is comfy enough
Firm but not hard
A double but for one spoilt occupant
The bed is where I survey the room
Through groggy eyes
When I wake in the afternoon
so much time is spent in its folds
alarmingly conscious for most.
Rationality, for me is going to bed
but comfort is staying awake instead.
Word of the day: Contiguous – ‘Sharing a common border, touching’