The Other Side of the Pillow

Awoke, disturbed, an unsettling dream

penetrating my sleep, a recurring theme.

The heat radiates on my neck and my head.

Just can’t get comfortable in my own bed.

Too cool without covers, too hot with them on,

flat-out like bread, or curled up as a prawn.

Turn up the a/c, turn down the heat.

Pull my hair back, take the socks off my feet.

Drink some more water, get up to pee,

Lie down again, hope the nightmares flee.

But worry I will not, nor weep as a willow,

I’ve reached out to grab,

To flip,

To smooth,

To rest again…

And I’m cooler than the other side of the pillow.



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