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