The bed has beckoned me
ever since I left it.  Why?
It is only a shelf for when 
my body is not being used.
But the clarion call, so deep,
so sincere.  I fought it
so hard as a child,
never knowing whether
the next day would come at all.
How along the way do we
learn how to trust, to fall
asleep steadfast in the belief
that a new day beckons
just on the other side of the bed?