I lay in bed for what feels like hours
Staring at the ceiling in infinite darkness
Lazy ticks of the wall clock
Silence of almost a painful kind.

Soon you will come through the door
A soft kiss upon my tired cheek
I'm usually fast asleep
But something always knows you're there.

Half awake I sense you here
My ear searches your chest for a heartbeat
My fingers wrap under your shoulder
Sleep lulls me back to surrealism.

The greatest joy of my every morning
My sweetest dream right beside me
I never get tired of waking into this dream
It always has a happy ending.