Wrapped in Sheets

I roll around the bed,
Smuggling time and grumbling,
The less I do
The more I fall,
Wrapped in sheets
And calling for conclusions,
Terminally confused,
A drugged cat in a basket,
The sound a rocking chair makes,
A joke called Sunday.

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One Response to “Wrapped in Sheets”

  1. I know that feeling well – nice!

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