Sleeping in Heaven

a decade later, i climb into my own bed. it shall never be about someone else again. it is dillies. hair tied up in a knot, raspberry sleep mask on my face, shambalah (heaven) slathered, sleep bug on,  joy (heaven's smell) in my burner, black night lamp lit with the snake slithering half way up its stem. this is the way it should be, my heaven.