Has this bed always been so big?
I can accomplish a full roll in it now,
when once upon a time
I could barely splay my arms about
without worrying about punching something I shouldn’t.
I should be grateful about all this space.
It’s refreshing to be able to sleep without being aware
of every twist and turn I make in the night.
freedom constricts me;
All this space you once occupied–
it’s funny, but I’ve subonsciously left it bare?
Maybe some part of me believes if I keep it open,
you’ll come back to claim it.
That this is but a nightmare,
and when I wake up at 11 in the morning,
you’ll be right there,
sadistically invading my personal space
like the pretty little jerk you always were.
That maybe I wasn’t really left alone.
But I wake up at 2, or 3, or 4 in the morning,
and you’re still not there to catch my fears and put me back to sleep.
Like you did,
– “Marissa, iii.”