Fuffy Pillows Poem by Ophelia Deborah Payne Jarrett

I crawled from my bed

Unaware of time.

No concern of mine.

Fluffy pillows left behind.

I clutched my drink from the night stand.

My only thought,

It's still full, I think I'll take a pill.

Instead, I walk out of my comfy confines

Through the rooms I float.

Loving hand long since gone.

I approach my throne.

I sit and pour a cup of lukewarm coffee left behind.

Maybe this will help, I query in my mind.

I guess time tics by me silently and slowly.

I pick up a book , a flicker of thought, then away the thought flees.

All thoughts fade.

I sit and rock.

Dead eyes ahead, still with empty head.

I find myself once again in my bed.

Fluffy pillows beneath my head.

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