And underneath,
He shuts his eyes,
He lies beneath the weight and sighs,
The stress, the strain,
the doubt, the day,
And all his worries sail away…

It holds him close,
it holds him still,
It keeps him safe and warm until
He floats beyond,
he drifts, he dreams,
And all is sure and sweet, it seems.

And underneath,
the seconds cease.
He is content.
He is at peace.
He wakes, he whispers,
soft and slow:

‘… I love you, weighted blanket bro.’