In the morning the careful layers are undone
Sheets kicked to the foot,
The dangling Martha Stewart Collection
A nest of green on the floor
Here the dog has made a new bed
A snoring beast.
Pillows the pillows are now walls
Protecting us from dust bunnies, dog hairs and
Legos left underneath the bed.
The children will come in the night,
See the wall and flee in terror of this wall.
This should not be a war on sleep
I want an induced coma–
A so I can rest type medicine.
Remove the book from my back
Like a time stamp gone wrong.
Tonight I will sleep.