As you lay there relaxing.
Exhausted from the week that's finally behind us. I wonder if you still
Sing in your sleep, waking up on the lower half of the bed wondering how you got there.
The pretty thoughts that fill that beautiful mind of yours
Eyes shut before the flight attendant secures you in your seat belt.
Preparing for take off.
But not before you paint the plane purple and put on the pilot's hat.
As you are commander and chief over every executive decision your heart desires.
Sleeping soundlessly under the flutter of kicked off sheets and
Fluffed pillows sprinkled with the soft scent of your touch.
A simple reminder of how precious you are on the many times you set sail,
Or take flight exploring heights of your wildest dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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