The sheets are rising around my neck
I am in a sea of cotton
My legs tread water

I turn to you
And then we are laughing at the hilarity of it all,
The irony of it all.

I don’t like to imagine your hell
So you show me a heaven that I lose myself in.
Everything will be alright, alright?
I’m here.

But now I am being called, summoned
By things with sexy eyes, winking and nodding
They sparkle and tempt me; they envy my freedom.

I must live for them.

They tell me to stop kicking my legs
To let myself be overcome.

I float to the bottom of my bed
And you walk away.