a princess dipped into my novelty in the wee hour,
where birds chirped billie holliday
and smiles kissed me that i've grown to hear but never knew existed,
where the bug on the wall could tell i was at my weakest,
but knew i never would show it,
where blankets of warmth was over blankets of the calmness,
relaxation interrupted by conversation interrupted by silence,
the soft grays and blacks blended with light yellows and blues,
but the hues of love still was attached to my eyelids