Covered
by the warm weight of 3 blankets because she is cold, and I must hold her lightly to keep her warm
Comforted
by the timing of her breath drawing down my neck, and her heart beat keeping the rhythm of the restless world outside my open window
Comply
to each sound I hear which conducts vibrations that remind me I am still alive, and there is a war to be won in my dormant mind
Concerned
by the redundant consideration that I remain vital within a chemical comatose dreamland as her reassuring eyes beam through like an angel, and I remain safeguarded
Concede
to the blackness which is bordering the confines of the slanted wall above my head, and I no longer can remain awake in the corner I am curled into
Unconscious