Babbit

Each night when I snuggle up in bed,
She opens the door to my dreams.
As my knowledge escapes from my head,
I plunge into a world of wonder and whims.

The comforting feel of her fur on my cheek,
Her beanbag tummy resting beneath my hand,
It is no surprise when I fall asleep,
And drift slowly into dreamland.

I wake up the next morning,
The sun streaming through my window,
And as I have for all my youth,
I woke up to Babbit on my pillow.