My Pillow

I have a special pillow,
It lies atop my bed.
And soon I will be lying down,
My pillow 'neath my head.

The memory foam supports me,
As I lie slumbering,
And though my mind be fast asleep,
My sleeping heart will sing.

Is there any greater pleasure
Thand the blissfulness of sleep?
Is there a time of more contentment
Than when my sslumber is complete?

You clicked a link to read this poem,
Fifty seconds gone for good,
I wonder, do you now regret it?
I know that, if 'twere me, I would.