Crispy Sheets Poem by JJ Evendon

I always like to meet,
under fresh crispy sheets.
To feel their coolness against my skin
I get so excited I don’t know where to begin.
Maybe start by putting my arms around a pillow
then stretch out and switch on the radio.
Roll over and look out of the window.
Watch a cloud cross the sun and cast a shadow.
Get up, make coffee and go back to bed.
Pick up a book that I’ve just read.
Turn a page and then close my eyes
and fall asleep, there’s a surprise.
Let the quietness drift and dream,
lying covered in linen sheets of light cream.
Only to be woken up by a cat purring in my ear.
There’s no place I’d rather be than here.
Oh wonderful Crispy Sheets.