Reading Under the Covers

Light, like a sheet.

I am under the sheet,

with a small light of my own.

I am reading.

It is not a book, nor is there any device.

I am reading the light.

Reading my light in relation to the sheath which envelopes me.

Differences manifest, a crevice, a cranny, a nook and a tuck.

It is no bother at all, to be different here.