He drags his weary body?
Out of my bed?
Rubbing sleep out of my eyes,?
And holding my hand?
Through my day?
And unwanted lover,??
An attachment of inconvenience?
Guiding my way?
He is the final say?
Tired chooses?
Tired uses?
My mind as his bed?
Tagging along with my thoughts.?
My actions slow and weary?
I am fond of the dreary?
Hands that move around my??
Headache, calming the angry temples?
Of my face. I lay down, staring at his dimples,?
He drags me to his nest?
And I toss and turn?
Attempting sleep,?
But she does not come.?