Solitary comfort illuminates from the hub of the home.Beckoning small figures in the void of night.Stark,sleek beech and steel cannot hide the softness within.Soothing fevers,conquering nightmares,banishing monsters.A forgiving dressing that cures all ills.
Shafts of light skate across the room as rhytmic slumber marks the passage of time.
Warm, balmy skin welcomes my touch.Moulded figures entwined approve of my existance.
The meditative haze of tranquillity fills the air.
I breathe it in.
2a.m.
It smells like sleep.