His Bed
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There I lay atop a cushion of dreams, hopes, and experiences.
Soft it is as I rest my body against its warmth and comfort.
My head against my pillow and my thoughts being mixed in with how my day went along.
And I close my eyes and attempt to rest, to drift along the realm of dreams.
Drifting.
That does not come easy, drifting along the realm of sleep.
But, even so, I enjoy being able to rest my body, to rest my emotions, to rest my soul so that we may slumber peacefully.
When the day comes to a close, and I yearn for peace, my bed is the charger I require.
Where I may rid my body and my soul of horrid thoughts and vicious paranoia.
