gulls screech outside the window,
cracked to let the sea breeze in,
I roll over and my puppy licks my
nose, pulling the blanket over my
head, I search for a few more
moments of sleep, stretch….
I don’t have a puppy!
I don’t live by the ocean!
This isn’t my blanket!
This isn’t my bed!
you are laying right next to me
with the sheet conveniently covering
you seem so peaceful
why am I so freaked out?