Propelling into night

In a cruel twist of cosmic conspiracy and fate most mundane I find myself embedded in thick slabs of soft fabric.
Its mounding humps curved in an erratic display of glowering galaxies. Arranged in a celestial disarray most beckoning.

Easing limbs slowly in frozen dried water cold confines of nighttime shroud that offers nothing but pin pricks like goosebumps upon but the slightest touch of an unfortunate terrain of vulnerable skin.

Reluctant enswathing followed by a long wait, interludes by a symphony of chattering teeth and trembling philharmonic shudders.. and a long forlorn gaze, brought upon by madame night, imperviously knit into serried fusion of doleful longing.

A longing of such zealous rapaciousness (unashamedly admitted) as to turn lifeless shallow crevices of odd meanderings formed unawares in innocent beddings into animate living leviathans of soft comforting arms; stretching from the hollows of my slowly warming neck to numb toes.

Sigh..hearts.