Goose bumps

    Triggering thoughts send chills, goose bumps
riding in between freckles. Ah the warmth of covers.
A wrapped cocoon of layer upon layer.

    Hmm how cozy it all feels and now I stare up at
ceiling in shock of alert I am in. Silent and unwavering
in the eerie trail of sensitivity.

     How to ease out of the moments of this shell
shock. Hmm sweet melodies sung in my head. Ones
I used to hear from my childhood.

     Rubbing my arms until the hyper sensitive soul
soothes the corners, smoothes out the bumps. Ah
a sigh escapes as soft pink cotton tangles. Tickling.

     Hmm my eyes begin to gain heaviness and my
soul is no longer taunt. The caresses of material no
longer enticing to the memories.

     A whisper becomes a good night kiss. Gently
pressing my  head deeper into the sky blue pillow
I say my prayer. Holding tight to the hope of
puffy clouds and distant hugs to push me into
further into sleep.

    Dear friend I am exhausted. I hope you are too.
Escpecially with as much words, expressions I have
given to you to listen to. Hope that sleep soothes
your soul and brightens your spirit. A thought or
two of me may help too. Knowing somewhere in my
playful sleep I am a mysterious minx.

   Giggling as I am completely relaxed. Smirking
and whimpering in my sleep.