I turn the oval ball of brass clockwise,

Mechanisms click,

      And do their job.

The door opens,

Darkness and weariness,

Like sweet sisters,

Wrap their arms around my mind,

Pulling me to bed,

Slow and heavy steps to stand by the bedside,

I stare.

There you are.

Waiting patiently in your sleep,

Wrapped in blue cloth,

Your body is soft,

As if celestial feathers,

  Run beneath your skin,

The air is warm.

I lay and rest my cheek upon your cool skin,

My eyes softly close,

And the doors to dreaming unfasten.

Goodnight, pillow.