The mattress unfurled without complaint And I lay down two pillows, A single blanket, And a heavy, hopeful head. Cracks half filled, and watermarks From forgotten storms stain the walls Caught in the candle's hypnotic flicker. A drift before the fall, The quiet is silenced By a distant train That screams a late night warning. But morning brings new voices. Clear chatter. Warm warble. And a rising tide.