The Flowery Pajamas

I got it on sale, flash at a glance
but lovely on second look
with the busy pattern of Burgandy flowers
and green leaves. Even a faint scent, an imagination?
You say it's gaudy, I say fantastic; a world of flowery language
that sooths mind, pull you in the soft world
of sleep. Sleepy sleep.
The mirrored image not bad; the bookish 
old lady turned to...well, a silly party girl
in the story book.

Fall asleep to meet a sleep angel.
Alas! The usual nightmare demon?
O such a grin, I have never seen;
"Why not little fun?" whispers.

Which is better, jagged shard,
or squirmy worm?
Neither does good for the sleep world.

Awake in the wee hour, change the
pajamas, throw into the box, almost.
Wear them more often,

and snore more.  

©Byung A. Fallgren