Pillow fairy

Last night I was roused from a dream,
Not by a clock or a bright sunbeam.
The notion why: a small humanoid,
With some wings and the beard of Freud.
It saw me and that I woke,
It gave me the gentlest poke.
“Pillow fairy is my profession,
I was in the middle of our every-night session.
Kicking away your mares of night,
Making sure the blanket’s tight.
Go back to sleep, and wake come morning,
I’ll be gone without any warning.”

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