My Bed

There is no place as warm as my bed

In which lay fluffy pillows to comfort my head

It smells just like my mom's vanilla lotion

For some reason reminds me of blissful emotions

This bed is like heaven

Can't wait to sleep in it until seven

This poem is about: 
Me

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