The Bed

I am waiting
Hiding
Beneath bed sheets crumpled and heavy

I listen
Quiet
And I try and shake loose

Their grip
Tightened
Trapped beneath a drift thick, hot and airless

Sprung from
Into
The deepest thoughts of the day

Alarm calls
Shrieking
I let it talk itself back down

I’m broken
Disjointed
I am trapped inside this bed.