Bed Peace

Staring at your hour glass shape. Not caring it’s an hour past 8. 2 hours past late for work and I didn’t call in. You got something I could slip and fall in. I don’t want to leave this bed. My peace. My serenity. Maybe I’m forming a dependency.  I watch you close like an enemy with hopes you don’t have to remember me. Instead.. I’d rather fall asleep to your hair in my face, and wake up to your morning breath.. sunny days are nice but I enjoy when it’s storming best. 

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