I am going to bed.
   Nothing could be more anticipated than my bed...
     the soft, fleece, grey blanket has it's say
     the yellow pillow of horizontal texture has it's say
     the soft thoughts of first. second kisses have there say
 I just want to stay awake...
to have that anticipation of the already present-
on rewind in the hours
minutes,
seconds,
glimpses of the day become dreams.