It's a strange feeling, lying next to someone, As strange as waking up next to someone. Sometimes I don't sleep, I just watch your silhouette, As if blinking would make it change into the shape of a monster. Or I wait for the black night to turn into that very dark blue, Because it means dawn will come quick enough That I can fall asleep safely, In the knowledge that daylight will keep you human. Then there are times when I don't fight it. When your arm around me is warmer than any blanket, And on that rare occasion I find myself comfortably sleepy, At peace with falling asleep. I can't always tell the difference between a silhouette and a ghost. Can't always tell if it's your arm or a serpent. But I'm glad you know the difference between my fear and my acceptance, And I'm grateful you stay with me regardless.