Fitted, Not Flat

Thank you for holding me

Bearing witness to the unfolding of me

I'm like a fitted sheet, no right angle to meet

Not exactly wrong (but I've tried playing along)

I don't fold well for closet storage

Cuddling and quiet I want more of

I hug tight in the dark of the night

And dance in my dreams with obvious themes

Deep pockets

Stay warm and sweet dreams, Everyone

Morning comes