By persnickety me were chosen both pillows and blanket fluffy.

Off their bounciness was expelled corruptionists’ deeds—which had seeped into dream unseen by sweven-steeds.

Through their insulation was muted neighbour’s roistering after hours, preserving sweet thoughts rather than permitting sours.

With thanks to both bedding and breaking light, day began by bringing Ananda to first stretches on white. ; )