So, my bed is sinking.
The slats are cracking one by one by one by one.
My body sinks lower and lower to the floor and my blankets are all disappearing down the hole.
So far I've lost six pillows, three books and a slipper.
Sometimes I look down the void and shout hello to see if anyone answers.
Sometimes I hear the faint twit twoo of an owl but when I stick my head in to look I can never see him.
Sometimes I hear the rustling of sweetie papers but they never share with me.
Tomorrow I am going to tie my dressing gown cord around my waist and jump in.