Three A.M.
The rumble of the door rouses me
From early morning sleep
And I throw my arm across your side
Of the bed
Feeling the lingering warmth
Where you slept next to me last night.
I stretch out in the darkness
Under the covers
Breathing deeply
Inhaling our mingled scents
And doze back off
Comforted
Indolent
Content.
The morning light will come soon enough
With all the cares and worries
That the waking day contains
But for right now
In this cocoon
Of both our making
I am safe
From the heartaches and fears
Of my own fretful mind.
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