A Good Rest

She closes her eyes,
the bed bugs have scuttled off into the woods,
and the moths gathered around her neighbor’s
bug shocking light.
A breeze tickles her nose
so she pulls the blankets up up up
over her shoulders.
She dreams of singing skeletons
and dancing dead men who church
chocolate with small men from
a land no one has ever heard of.
A star falls and grants her wishes
as she sleeps a good sleep
with warm blankets
and dreams to keep her busy

Saschia Johnson

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