And there she floats aslumber,
Snuggled in the waves of coziness,
Safe in a sea of comfort,
Like a buoy bobbing serenely, resting on the open waters,
Her head sinking into blissful oblivion,
Mind drifting into ethereal consciousness,
Peaceful breaths calmly against the pool of blankets,
Like the quiet breeze against the white sails of a boat,
Her gentle snores like a gurgling stream

Mervyn C.