Good Night

I drop down on my own soft bed that gives way with a plop. I bury my head into my smooth pillow that was some-what damp from my wet hair. I situate myself back around so that I was wrapped up in my sky blue comforter leaning against my mound of pillows that ranged from dark snow flacked fleece to blue, green, and white stripes to a pillow with no cover at all. My room was filled with the scent of lavender drifting from the small reed diffuser that sat on my paper crowded desk. I turned my attention to the small grey TV and pushed the small red button on the black remote. As the TV flickered on I was glad to hear the rough voice and tapping of wood of my favorite TV show drift to me from the speakers. The rush of hospital sounds from the show allowed my to once again enjoy the comfort and homeyness of my bed, mine and no one else's. The rough voice continued to prod my ears only stopping to pop in a small white pill while leaning against his famous flame painted cane. And then a commercial. I fumbled around to get out of my thin padded comforter that I had cocooned myself in and grabbed the dark blue cup full of my one and only life source, my mom's home made sweet tea. I relished in the sweetness of the tea that sent a rush through my teeth as I let myself relax and be truly comforted.