i stay in bed a little too long
wiping sleep from the corners of my tired
and stretch and feel the sheets they cling to my sweaty skin. just the tiniest bit to remind me i am here, today. and it’s a different kind of warm,
i am here.
every morning brings me closer to another morning wrapped in sheets in your arms in bed, waking with a smile next to you.
we’ll always stay too long,
we’ll never stay quite long enough.