knowing

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.