On my pink ruffled comforter
Curved like a waning moon
Clinging to night
One more row
One more page
One more quiet moment
Scrolling versus sleeping
Stealing slivers of morning
To weave a longer night
Night after night
Aimless evenings stacked high
Casting long thin shadows
Across already gray days
Somnambulant drifting back to bed
Drained of the dreams
On my pink ruffled comforter...