Ode to Fresh Bed Sheets
Ode to Fresh Bed Sheets
Oh my, oh my, isn’t it a wonderful thing to lie down in fresh bed sheets?
My entire body is at ease, and like heavy material it sinks. I am the first step in the immaculate snow-covered ground.
Whether it feels crisp or gentle, this is the embrace I cannot handle, without loudly sighing in relief.
I’m splashing around intricate patterns of fabric, their coarse grip touches me just like the waves of the ocean do.
Oh my, oh my, There is no other moment like this when I lie down in my fresh bed sheets.
Like the pollen drunken bee, I enjoy the ecstasy, of senses enveloped in peace.
Slowly, the world quiets down, I feel like an insect falling asleep in velvety moss, and at the same time, like a dog relishing the rain diluted mud.
My mind, my body, my heart, they are filled with restful glee. I am the early steps in the pristine sand of a beach.
Oh my, oh my, how wonderful to rest and just be, lying down in fresh bed sheets. This feeling never gets old.
(I was enjoying this feeling so much that I felt inspired to make a poem about it. I also enjoyed writing something like this, feels whimsical!)