I crawled into bed with you the same way I did as a child. This time I startled you awake. you must have forgotten. I’m sorry I let you forget. I know I’m much heavier now. I must smell less of Johnson and Johnson and more of age and time. But the familiarity. Oh the familiarity. The memory of my mothers sheets is what i hope to hold onto. Her warmth and comfort. Things i am forever grateful for, even in the tiniest moments. Even after all these years. I’ll always remember.













