I Envy

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.