On Mama's Pillow

I am soundly sleeping 
in my mama's bed
The cold air around me stirs me
I pull my legs up under me for warmth
I resist waking, 
keeping my eyes closed
I roll over, 
my hands reaching for her
My nose picks up her scent 
I can smell her; 
she must be close
I crawl, 
slowly toward her scent
I lay my head down on the softness
It's not my mama, 
but it smells just like her.
I sleep again, 
snuggled into to 
the scent of my mama