Like a door closing on me in a womb
The warm blankets of my dark nap-time
Both bored and overwhelmed by this world
Settling into my sweet-spot in the bed
Like in kindergarten on my paper mat
Listening to the rumblings under the floor
Or reconstructing today's fairy-tale
How could that silly girl not see
The wolf in her grandma's nightie
Or what my three wishes might be
Right now as I enter that other world
In my childish death of sleep
But to run and greet my dead parents
Who come to get me just in time
To send me back to this hungry world
Just as I was getting used to theirs
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