My feet find comfortable slumber on this familiar bed

As does this body worn from the day's work

My arms wrap around a soft, furry companion

A cute, stuffed white and black bear

My fingers produce this single verse

Attempting to preserve the words before they vanish from this Earth

My mind strays from the path of purpose

Only to find its way back to the subject at hand

This beating organ exists in separate places

Here, its rhythm echoing inside this tired body

And there, captive to the claim by my love