My father slur-slurred to bed
Leaving me kept up
- against my word -
By that all-knowing ecstasy
(slinky, polka-dotted thoughts of)
Shimmering all around me
My imagination reached out into the blackness of the room
With its pink-blue-
- and I snuggled into it
It was the silly silver
That painted those embarrassing smiles on my face.
A/N: Heehee. My first attempt at writing fluff. It's surprisingly short though.