It’s not so much that my bed was uncomfortable—
more that I was overtired from the storm and lonely
in this strange house, not to mention I was afraid
I might fall off the tower of mattresses under me.
And as I lay awake I heard through the walls the queen
and king arguing—something about what vegetable
to serve at dinner. When I finally fell asleep,
everything was in green. Sets of round green eyes
staring at me, a string of emeralds circling the queen’s
thin neck. Even the drops of water from the faucet dripped
the color of grass into the large orbed pool of the sink.