The folding together of her body
among pillows, sheets, blankets.
Like petals that close at night.

Dark sky looks down and sets the stage
for dormancy, unconsciousness
sinking into absence of surrounding
cosmos, earth, humanity, physical objects.

She sleeps on the surface and avoids
an invasion of deep sepia dreams.
Too tired to allow distant comfort, too afraid to face intrusion.

So she folds herself into a protective
form void of motion.
Aware of a dreamless sleep,
on the surface, safe from a malevolent
quagmire beneath.