out of
our shoes, into our bed time
clothes.
our books.
our memories.
we slip
into the room,
onto the bed, between
the sheets,
off goes the news
as
we close the blinds
to
a far away moon.
we slip
into sleep, a dream.
our life
is never
what it seems.
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