Sleep Poem Lols

I love my bed. My pillow is heaven's silk seat cushion. Class beckons but its call is muffled through the overwhelming serenity between my sheets. Oh the glory that my small twin beholds. It's deep purple color sends my mind far away into an unconscious dream land of red wine and fairy dust. How I wish I could fly, oh but I can and all I have to do is close my eyes. Just ten more minutes please.