I squish my face into my pillow,
a small thrill of excitement at being
tucked into my cozy soft cloud of a bed
by the one i love.
My father did that for me as a little girl.
When daddy could make everything alright.

Always a lightbulb squinching out golden light
not far away, because i'm afraid of the dark.

Now my husband tucks me in, lovingly,
like a prince. He whispers heart shaped bubbles
in my ear while pushing my down comforter
around my body like a silvery cocoon.
My toes twinkle out of the end of the bed
with a thrum of pleasure on the mattress.

On the nights my husband goes to sleep early,
Jesus tucks me in.
My eyelashes brush my cheek
as I squeeze my eyes shut to greet Him.
I pull my blankets up around my neck,
nice and tight, and bask in His love for me;
like a baby seal on a sun-kissed beach.

He stays with me while I fall asleep,
so that I'm not afraid of the dark
that happens when I shut my eyes.
And this particular daddy, this Father,
really can make everything alright.



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