In the days before, when things weren’t strange
Pyjamas were bedtime attire,
Useful and needed for warmth in the dark
Keeping us cosy in the cold of the night.
But hiding indoors away from all people
In isolation, quiet and calmness or chaos
Grasping for connection and missing old faces,
We’ll take any comfort.
The rules for work are thrown out the window,
No more commutes or wearing our shoes,
Laptops are open past the end of the day
And children join meetings, asking for snacks.
After months of distance between
Our loved ones, our friends, our comrades
The days become cooler and nights are now cold.
We need our comforts even more than before.
So the time of pyjamas gets earlier still,
We climb into comfort as we enter the house.
From a year of privation and hardship
The softness and warmth bring the slightest relief,
The smallest of pleasures,
The sliver of light in the dark.