In winter I need blankets plus doona
In summer
Even on the hottest of nights
When the ceiling presses down
And the air is breathless
I still pull a sheet up and around
A leg might pop out
Yet still
I hold a corner tucked
Or else
All is exposed
I need one mooring at least in repose
Or else something might carry me away In dream
Lest I wake midair
Or something similar
I’m just saying
I need a sheet
At the very least
*a last bit of nonsense that needed to be emptied out of my head before I went to sleep. There are so many little habits people have with sleeping – it is a bit of a (wait for it…) hotbed of contention. 😂
