Beds, and Rooms, and Bedrooms

A dreamer with hair floating in between bedsheets,
the smell of sleep and everything in between.
I would love to get to know you, see you in my dreams,
So book a room, stay for a while, have a cup of tea?

I’d like to be beautiful some day

Or that someone would actually look at me and go, hey she’s pretty

or something like that

But the universe and I both know that’s never gonna happen