Have you ever lain in bed,

And breathed in a day,

That made you choke on the night?

Have you ever closed your eyes,

wishing that everything you’d seen in your day,

would be completely undone?

Have you felt that your pillow,

soft and reassuring against your cheek,

was the most comforting thing you felt that day?

Have you settled your bones,

In the contours of past respite,

and wished that your dreams would never end?

Have you ever given your crown,

To a cushion of down,

And wished you’d would never wake again?