twinkly sleep in a princess bed:
fluffed pillows and blankets all soft
against my chin,
this dark night that turned cold
after the rain, before the rain,
always waiting for the rain.
soothed and sleeplike
angelic and slow-breathed.
if you, like a ghost, could appear
at the foot of the bed
or a tap on the door, awaking the dreamer
like a pea beneath the princess's slumber.
slumber sweet slumber true,
awake like dreaming to find
not loneliness, but hands smoothing my hair
brushing my cheek
waking me with the kiss of a prince.
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