I fall into you
each night a surprise
never knowing what role I'll play . . . . .
hook in fear of the ticking clock
goldilocks in search of 'just right'
or perhaps the princess & the pea
. . . . . if I'm unlucky, maybe all three
Linking up with dVerse where the prompt was to write about a common object.
Delightful reading. It is indeed a kind of surprise of which realms we will explore every night. Well-penned.
ReplyDelete-HA
insomnia is a constant friend these days
Deleteha. i will fall into bed tonight....and hopefully it will give me good dreams...
ReplyDeletebusy day...i could sleep now...smiles.
another great last line too...
I really love my bed too.. my companion, my dreamweaver and softest linen hug
ReplyDeleteSomething unexpected & a different turn, I like ~ to be unlucky is all three - Good one Kathryn ~
ReplyDeleteoh i hope you will sleep like a bear tonight... i like the princess and the pea but i don't like tossing and turning sleepless in my bed...oy
ReplyDeleteInteresting choice. I never really thought of my bed as an object before now. Well done. >KB
ReplyDeleteI guess that's where my sleep deprived mind went. :0)
DeleteInsomnia is not fun! You have managed to convey this in a subtle, yet effective, way Kathryn.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gabriella . . . lack of sleep is no fun.
DeleteSmiles. I have a similar relationship with my bed...wondering if the night will bring sleep or....
ReplyDeleteAnd then there's the dreams!
It seems insomnia is a friend these days . . . and dreams, don't get me started.
DeleteSweet Dreams.
You know, I really think it is nice that each night is a surprise! It would be quite uninteresting if each night was just the same as the one before. I say....be thankful. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI just wish it would surprise me with sleep some nights :0)
DeleteI love my bed and it is here my imagination runs loose!
ReplyDeleteAs a (very) occasional insomniac - I can relate to the ticking clock and oh how it stretches those eternal hours.
Anna :o]
Laughing, involuntary role play. Sometimes it's fun. even when it's not there are always useful lessons to be learned.
ReplyDeleteSweet dreams! ;)
ReplyDeletei slept for eight straight hours last night. something i have never done for longer than i can remember.
ReplyDeleteNice, love those kind of nights.
DeleteMy bed does that too, I never know what sort of sleep I'll have. I just know it won't seem as good as my husband who from all appearances could sleep on a ship deck in a gale!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this, went back for a couple of extra reads. Well done.
smiles - I like the effect here - there are many ways a bed can welcome one. A cool poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Abhra, I often think my bed has something against me. Doesn't like me to sleep.
DeleteHaHa! Perfect! The stories all too often creep into this intimate relationship of me and my bed. It should be just comfort! And yet, the fantasies I have spun while lying there! Great illustration.
ReplyDeleteHa. Hope you're lucky. That's the best.
ReplyDeleteThanks Myrna, had a great night sleep last night thanks to some pills. :0)
DeleteSleep seems like it should be so very easy - just shut your eyes and wake up 8 hours later. But oh so very tough when it doesn't happen like that - when you can't turn on off your brain and rest won't come. And it all becomes a fight, a struggle instead of a letting go. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteBrenda, you describe it so perfectly that struggle. You should try your hand at poetry some time, you have an amazing way with words.
DeleteLove that you've chosen the bed as the object. This is a place where so much happens or doesn't happen. I am guessing you have some insomnia at times. That's when the bed can be our enemy.
ReplyDeleteSo light, so transparent and simple, angel like poem...
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