when this is all over,
let me sleep for a thousand years.

i'll finish my coffee before it gets cold,
and eat my food while it's still warm.

my bed will fit my body,
and my clothes will have room in a dresser.

i won't feel cold in my own home,
and my fridge will be full of food i like.

there will be room for my emotions,
and my favourite snacks.

my comfort won't be limited to nutritional labels,
and my feelings won't be dismissed by anger.

there will be enough space,
for who i am.