An Ode To Furniture

I toss

I turn

I think

I blink

Into your warmth

I start to sink

The rain outside

Slides down the panes

I give a yawn

Put down my frames

The heavy press

Of canine head

Confirms that this

Is now my bed

I shift a bit

To set the tone

Reach out to table

Set down my phone

I snuggle deep

In blankets soft

My wayward thoughts

Are sent aloft

My head is rested

On pillowed end

My beloved couch

My dearest friend

I did have plans

And things to do

But here we are

Must follow through

The best of naps

I always find

Occur unplanned

Just spring to mind

I shut my eyes

And drift away

These simple naps

They make my day