Goodnight
I lie down on my bed
Pull the covers to my chin
And glance around this shadowed room
With nighttime figurines
And peace and quiet noises
I smell the ending day and the future of sweet dreams
I stretch my mouth to express my fatigue
And taste the Ocean Dream atmosphere
I slam my lids shut and squeeze them tight
I see spotted shadows
And my future fantasies
I think of today, yesterday, and tomorrow
And I smile
And I sleep
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