"I wiggle and jiggle, sliding shadows and dust discovering, the dreams hid beneath coziness. Laughter and whispers heard, everything spoken in safety, but no secret too squeaky remains between the cracks."
"We open and close, snap! Snap! Keeper of trinkets and shoes, whispers of numbers fold neatly. Tiny socks speak in their sleep, lettuce leaves departing secrets of lunch. Confessions wrapped in mystery, wondering when they'll be remembered."