Sometimes when I wake up,
The sheets are closing in,
And it's always an epic battle,
To see who's going to win.
When I am asleep, you see,
Trapped deep in another place,
My sheets and quilts together,
Seem so eager to encase...
I don't actually notice it,
Until I wake up trapped,
I struggle with them futilely,
Until all my energy's sapped.
Somehow I get tangled further,
And I slowly start to seethe,
Because eventually in this fortress,
I won't be able to breathe.
I'm telling you, they're revolting!
Bed sheets are attacking!
And if they do not stop it,
It will send me packing!
Although that seems pretty pointless,
Because sheets do it everywhere,
They wrap you up, constrict you,
Under the false pretence of 'care'.
The moral? SLEEP IS DANGEROUS.
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