Froot Loops @ Midnight

Slumber

I find it oddly comforting to think of people as they sleep.

How their relaxed, care free faces are pressed against their

pillows, and how they are snuggled, warm and safe,

Under sheets which I have imagined to be gray,

In a room which I know to be poorly lit, unless they are afraid

of the dark where they dream in color to hide away from the

things that terrify them, for we all have things that scare us,

And we all have things that we care deeply for, and I think

That is something we seem to forget about people on the

Seemingly rare occasion that we think of them.