Sickbed slumber (a poem)

I wrote a couple of poems on this subject over the weekend. This was the better of the two…

Laughter echoes hollow
from the box

Eyes close in slumber
between the spaces

Consciousness fades in and out
creating new stories
from the fragments

The warmth is soothing
here beneath the blankets

This cocoon
is a wonderful place to stay

(22 March 2015—posted March 23)