the space between doors

quiet breaths are the thoughts I think as I lay down in the dark
it is comfortable here
it is familiar here
beneath the shadowed ceiling, underneath the covers
feeling
being
existing
breathing
thinking again
breathing again
existing again
being again
feeling again
beneath the shadowed ceiling, underneath the covers
it is familiar here
it is comfortable here
quiet breaths are the thoughts I think as I lay down in the dark