cheesy commercials.

Flags over beds and charming smiles. In dark corners, I find myself sheltered in non-blankets, sheltered by the sounds of early birds and nighttime crickets. The dark and the light dance and entangle their limbs until I can no longer point to where one begins and another falls to nothing. Sore necks sung to comfort with a soft lullaby. The starts and stops make me lose myself in something that was never my own. Eyelids shut and sleep grabs me by the shoulders. One hour. Two. I forget to count. And then I sit up, my head pounding with the unwelcome consciousness of a headache.