My soul is so smashed,
Molly and Digby’s mum’s bed is so uncomfortable,
It is the kind of bed I wake up in during the night and think: ‘seriously?’
I didn’t sleep so well,
And had to rush for work,
With a care team meeting afterwards,
So now my soul is a mess,
And I need to work out what to do with this night,
That would be soothing.
Right now, I want to write.
The dogs have the couch.
Wish I could climb into something soft.
