Bed has always been a strange place for me.
I'm not bound there only by pain or safety
I've felt too many things in it.
And you've made me feel all my feelings all over again.
But the feelings were twisted the way I was.
I was there with joy when I woke to your voice.
I was happy when I saw your smile.
I was safe when I woke in the morning to find you softly watching me sleep.
And I was in love when I watched over your sleep.
My bed will always be a strange place for me.
Where I do weird things.
I get up from it when the sun doesn't even have to be up for you.
I'm not tired because I've seen it's your world too.
Me.
The safety.
I did a weird thing.
When I saw that you were sleeping peacefully, I just looked at you softly one last time,
Because you made the cold sheets warm for me
And I always held out my arms to you, so I could feel you lying here with me.
