Because she couldn’t afford a desk.
Her back aches
But she”s learned to ignore it
Her phone screen is cracked
But her writing habit
Is still robust and intact .
She writes in bed
Coz it’s the only time of the day
When her body slows down enough
For her mind to ponder
And her pen finds it’s flow.
But even if she could afford it
She’d still write in bed,
Because that is the meeting place
Of her favorite worlds:
Where fatigue gives way to
Dreams
And in the pen
Where she temporarily finds wings
To fly to a reality
Far superior to her own.