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The sun is high, the sheets are spread,
I face the beast beneath the bed.
A mountain white, a cotton trap,
I reach inside for every flap.
I search the corners, three and four,
I cannot find the hidden door!
It twists and turns, it swallows light,
I enter now the velvet fight.
The duvet is winning!
I’m lost in the fold!
The duvet is winning!
My spirit is cold!
It mocks me with silk and it hides every stitch,
I’m trapped in the fabric, I’m stuck in a glitch!
The duvet is winning!
A slip! A slide! My foot is gone!
Into the cotton maw of dawn!
(Into the maw of dawn)
I’m tangled in a snowy shroud,
I scream for help, but not too loud.
(Not too loud...)
My arm is bent at angles strange,
I can no longer see the range.
It pulls me down into the deep,
Where angels dare not even sleep!
The duvet is winning!
I’m lost in the fold!
The duvet is winning!
My spirit is cold!
It mocks me with silk and it hides every stitch,
I’m trapped in the fabric, I’m stuck in a glitch!
The duvet is winning!
Left side up! Right side down!
I’m the jester in this cotton town!
I can’t breathe! It’s too soft!
I’m being carried to the loft!
(Noooooooo!)
The duvet is winning!
I’m lost in the fold!
The duvet is winning!
My spirit is cold!
It mocks me with silk and it hides every stitch!
I’m trapped in the fabric, I’m stuck in a glitch!
The duvet is winning!
(Panting)... There. It's... done.
Wait. Why is it sideways?
(Sobbing) The duvet is winning.
(The duvet is winning.)
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