Covers stay warm by pulling up people.

And when it's negative four,

Covers stay hitched up tight to their people

And don't fly off on the floor.

Pillows stay soft by glomming on

To the pale temples of the ones

They comfort, and those who comfort them.

Things aren't always as they seem,

Or as you think they are.

Sometimes the world is upside down.

Sometimes the sun is a star.

And sometimes the star is a sun,

And sometimes the one you think

You're working so hard to love,

Is right there, loving you more.

-jenn