Black Blanket

You tie your shoes tight.
You throw on a sweatshirt.
You light a cigarette.
You leave your doorstep and get cozy with
  the comfortable darkness.
Silence so natural and unforced that 
  it's somewhat stimulating.
Anonymity.
When it's three in the moring and your bed can't get you to sleep
  there's a fabric of space and sky and far away planets and moons
  arranged in whirls.
This bedding will embrace you,
  hold you,
  listen to you.
Consume you, if you want it to.