Closing my eyes, all my curls wild in a topknot
still soaking my pillow with green tea and avocado, 
gravity knits me as one with grey sheet fibers
and I know I couldn’t move now if I tried.
Toes don’t quite reach the end of this bed,
but that doesn’t stop calves from extending,
flexing, finally relaxing underneath the weight
of too much comforter in not enough breeze.
Arms wrap themselves -tight- around extra pillows,
the floral ones I bought to make it seem less roomy,
and it’ll probably take many more nights like this
to almost forget that the other side was for you.