At night I fought with the temperature that
Just can't seem to be still.
Front and back,
I turned and never got comfortable.

My eyes were closed,
My thoughts drifted to you.
Imagining that you're beside me,
Whispering for me to go to sleep.
It felt like it could be reality.
So I let it be.

My eyes opened,
And you weren't there.
My dreams were about you,
About you taking care.

The temperature is still now,
Its warm and cozy.
It felt like your gentle arms were around me,
And so I whispered.
"Good morning"