Embedded

I've been sleeping lower 

And lower down my bed.

 

I'll lay momentarily

On a busy day

Adjusting them,

 

A certain way 

 

But when I rest my head at night,

Theres no reason to move them.

 

Ive been sleeping lower and lower across my bed.

 

Those breif seconds,

Embedded 

Those moments

Lingering on the cotton

 

I died inside that today.

Is this the rotting?