Comfort in the Quiet

Sometimes I sleep in
Silence the alarm
Shut out the endless droning nothing news

Burrow deep in the sheets
Beneath the blanket
Beneath the quilt
There I breathe
The scent of your skin
Deep slow breaths
Matching mine to yours

The world outside disappears
Sounds become soft
Are we lost?
That is ok
It’s a good place to be.

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