Their pillows seem more comfortable

Then mine

Even if it’s the same amount of feathers

Same gently whirring fan

Blasting temperature

Given form between

The fingers

In your hands

The same pattern where they lay

Im in love with what they cover in

But it’s the same duvet

So why do they seem

To be so pleased to be at peace

Every bone in their body

Relaxed and so appeased?

Every time I see more

And my vision gets clearer

I cannot understand

What I am seeing in the mirror

The person in the other side

Isn’t filled with apprehension

If only I could see what he sees

From another dimension