Curled in chair

sleepy with coldness.

Radio Four echoing in my mist filled, dreamy mind ……

Kitchen aching to be cleaned.

Bed ….the actress, subversive, lolling Siren

of the gentle room above my head….

lures me to climb back under her crisp white covers and be lost…..

Oh sleep, only you have that potion

which drags me into the expanded void!

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