Ode to a Dorm-Room Mattress
i’m tired and cold.
my hair is tangled,
my tucked-in shirt half tucked, half in.
jeans tight, shoes blistering.
it has been a long day.
my head feels weary,
my heart feels heavy,
and these little things make me smile,
but with the lethargy of a thousand naps.
sometimes life is a merry go round.
days when i can’t stop moving,
cloud my head and shadow my eyes.
my bed seems like heaven tonight.