My bed’s a quiet ocean, tide of cotton pulling me under
I sink through the ceiling, leave the day’s noise on the floor like loose change
Pillows breathe in sync with the moon, folding the dark into origami swans
I’m half ghost, half heartbeat, whispering secrets to the ceiling cracks
Stay, says the blanket, stitching tomorrow’s dreams into my skin
If I never surface, know the sheets learned my name and kept it warm