Upon waking from brief escape,

I’m anxious, timorous.  

Sky’s darkest blue is unrecognizable.

For all-consuming shades and shadows,

Blanket dreary these cold, unknowable hours.

Is it morning or midnight?

I tuck my exhausted heart beneath the crumpled duvet,

And await a calm of light.


d’Verse prompt this week: blanket (44 word quadrille form)