Her Thoughts...

Wish...

The soft mattress relaxed
feeling a delicate presence upon it ;
She squirmed in her spot,
Dumped her face into the pillow,
Twisted and turned,
She sat upright blinking into the space,
Staring into nowhere,
Layed back gently without a movement,
Silently;
Only her quilt knows that still she didn't sleep,
Her palms fisted them,
With a jerk she relaxed,
Making her hold gentle,
So her quilt won't crumble;
How much her quilt wanted to hold her in its embrace,
And coo her to sleep ?