Bedtime Poem by Petra Novakova

there are two wooden chairs in my room
and two mirrors to keep me company
for when my self-imposed solitude
grows too heavy a burden to bear alone

there are two birch lamps in my room
standing in the corners to illuminate
the invisible faces on the wallpaper
and chase away the growing shadows

there is an old cherry table in my room
covered in coffee circles and tea spots
reflecting memories of friends and foes
little spills that ceased to matter at all

there is a massive oak library in my room
sneaking from one stone wall to the next
each floor filled with tales from the best
enticing words floating in the air in waves

there is a new double bed in my room
for when the screens go dark and silent
there is a nest soft and warm and clean
ready to be claimed by my body of mass