I’ll burrow deeper into feather, into soft downy threads
Nestle and settle in a ball in this bed
Escape my head.
Escape you. All of you.
I need time at sea. Time to see.
To dream away this life of grime.
Time… so much time.
This life of traffic, of murk.
I’ll float in nothing for a while longer
Until I’m stronger
But little hands land on my head
Soft cheeks settle on my pillow
‘Are you ok mum? Are you asleep?’
For little voice I’m drawn out of the deep.
I hug little hands close to me
Under the cover
For now hibernation is over.