Light and soft
Cool and smooth
The sheets sliding over you
Folds gripped between your toes
And gliding over your midriff
Like being wrapped in the dawn breeze
Around your face
Not restrictive or oppressive
But calming
Like the subtle caress of a lover
Fingers gracing your cheek
With wafting scent of fresh rain
Here in a field
The sheets hang between two trees
And envelop you
As you are lowered into them
A cocoon for the weary wanderer
The world at last becoming small
As the silken robes you wear
Comfort what is left of you
As you are taken, at last
To the world of sleep we all desire


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