Cradled
I woke up realizing that
All night I was cradled by
Pages of words containing
Thoughts, conversations, ideas
Of descriptive words and objects
The air, apart from the warmth of light
Seemed dusty and there was an
Unexplainable smell that I knew
Fresh as dew, yet worn as a rag
That one only recognize when facing it
They were scattered about, mixed into
The waves of the cold, smooth sheets
Yet they warm me more than the sun
A sweet embrace that assured me
Of the good things in life
I felt at home
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