Going To Bed

Standing in the middle of my bedroom,
Late at night,
Headache muddled thoughts.
I slip out of my bra-
Instant relief!
My long hair trails over my bare chest,
Cool and silky strands,
Carressing my warm skin.
I shrug into my nightshirt
Heavy with the smell of sleep.
My feet are bare and weary,
The deep carpet absorbs my toes.
Mattress waiting with the form
Of my slumbering husband,
I sit down on the smooth sheets
Letting the surface of my legs
Slide deep into the covers.
The nubby, fuzzy blanket
Curls around me as I lay down.
My head sculpts a hollow
In the down-filled pillow
The feathers within rustle softly.
With one final movement,
My fingers twist the knob on the lamp,
To flood the room with darkness.