I slept in a night gown,
I have no shame.
Because I slept just as I always do.
5 blissful hours.
Blissful and short.
I didn’t toss,
Or turn.
I hardly moved but to fill my lungs,
And my body, filled its bladder.
But, for five hours,
Things were perfect.
Even with my nightgown inside out.
It’s a battle I chose not to choose.
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