Pure honey

Laid down like pure honey
between three sheets of cotton
feeling the fabric
on every inch of forgotten skin
pressing my face downwards
breathing in the scent of detergent
and fabric softener and sweat
because I am finally safe here

I am alone and free and present
for the first of many times
stretching out in innocent bliss
relishing every second of sanctuary
no voices or sounds
but the static and silence in the air
fading and wafting about the room
as I lull myself into another deep sleep
right now I am sweet and clear
and golden in the lamplight
craving more safe seconds alone