The quilted hills that wrap my bed and hold my body call.
They beg me come to rest my head and end my harsh withdrawal
by breathing spells of lavender submitting to the quiet.
I'll dive into their feathers finding peace inside the twilight.
I'll fall into their darkness cloaked by silken sheets and cotton
where all the things that clutter up my mind can be forgotten.
The memory foam will heal my heart when it is feeling lousy.
The soft embrace of gentle clouds restores me when I'm drowsy.
Deep beneath the covers, the dark will always be,
and I will come for comfort when the hills begin to plea.