I envy the sheets that wrap and twist around you.

I envy the pillow where you rest your head.

I envy the floorboards to which you whisper your sleeping secrets

and that catch your seldom tears.

I envy the night sky giving you the option to wish:

I know it’s not me you’re wishing for.

I envy the mattress supporting your weight

forming around the canyons on your back

and the mountains down your spine.

I can’t help but envy all these things.

I envy them every night.