Pillow talk

Sometimes I can hear the wind blow
As I rest my head on my pillow
Trying to get to sleep
Most days of the week

It’s an almost-howling sound
That through the hall softly rebounds
Not disturbing me at all
As it bounces off the walls

I can imagine myself carried aloft
As if Mother Nature gently coughed
I a leaf tumbling through the air
Where I land I don’t even care

Eventually I close my eyes
And begin to dream of starry skies
As I rest my head on my pillow
Finally falling asleep