Thank God,
Or whoever or whatever above,
Why? He knows me.

When I fall both up and down a set of stairs,
It's not a cause for concern.
He isn't even surprised anymore, just sticks out an arm
And there I fall, thanking God it's him I picked.
Why.?
Because he knows me and how I do and when I say maybe, he knows it means no.

He either catches me from clocking my head on a
Particularly sharp door ****,
Or,
Pushes me back up on my own step
All in sync with my feet.
Which is, well, quite the feat.
Excuse the pun.

I try to sneak into bed, crouch oh so quietly to plug in my phone.

Then promptly stand and step to trip over a cord
And I curse quietly and quickly as I fall into bed
And he gives me a second of rubbing my ankle
Before he asks,

"You okay?"

And I answer,

"Yeah, just tripped on a cord"

And he rolls over and says
"Should I beat it up?"

And I sort of smile frown because I know he's asleep and it is endearing but he ought to sleep so I say.

"Maybe Tomorrow." And he sort of nods then puts a hand on me so he knows I'm here. Why? Because he knows me. I think.