In a twice-mortgaged townhome’s main bedroom
There was a landline
And 99 luftballons
And a picture of a —
A bride before she colored her hair
And three CBD-infused gummy bears
And two little macaroni bracelets made by kids who now roll their eyes and mumble things like “I don’t care”
And a pair of progressive glasses you refuse to wear
And a not-so-young spouse
And orthotics and probiotics and an ergonomic chair
And the old lady from the commercials whispering “Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up,” she, a new recurring character in your nightmares
Goodnight twice-mortgaged room
Goodnight bride in the poofy dress
Goodnight Crystal Light to mix into tomorrow’s colonoscopy prep
Goodnight moisture wicking pajamas
And Goodnight Cooling Gel Memory Foam Mattress Topper
Goodnight yellowed copy of Forever stolen long ago from your friend Michelle’s sister on a dare
Goodnight decorative sign that says “It’s Wine O’clock Somewhere”
Goodnight Ativan
And Goodnight $100 tube of Tripeptide-R Neck RepairGoodnight teens who wandered in late and a little bit drunk
And goodnight to the old lady still taunting you with cries of “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”
Goodnight John-Boy
Goodnight Ferris
Whatever
Goodnight aging Gen Xers everywhere