I sink into the covers, A canopy overhead. Legs move under blanket. Soft and cool. I look at the red, like some monster, like a devourer. My phone slides under the folds
and I swear it was eaten. Cover flesh,
canopy guts,
blanket cauldron
or stomach. I slip in too and am swallowed completely. The clouds are grey and I am much too warm. This'll be the end of Laura
won't it?