Rustling sheets and whispered giggles,
"I'm not tired",
"It's still light outside",
A familiar pattern.
My eyes droop before theirs seem to,
It seems an age,
But then....
All that remains,
The tick of the clock,
The steady breath of sleep.
Peace.
Rustling sheets and whispered giggles,
"I'm not tired",
"It's still light outside",
A familiar pattern.
My eyes droop before theirs seem to,
It seems an age,
But then....
All that remains,
The tick of the clock,
The steady breath of sleep.
Peace.