I can’t sleep again.
That’s okay, though.
The night is comfier to me.
I stay up with some snacks,
Letting the nighttime be my bed.
It caresses me in its dark skies like a blanket.
The stars speckle my skin like little freckles of light
As the moon illuminates my book
So that he can read it too.
I pluck another pretzel from the bowl,
And let the moon read over my shoulder,
Because the night was always comfier to me.