You apologize for falling asleep.

My phone adhering to my cheek by the sweat of "Wishing You Were Here"
It's okay. It'll always be okay.                        

You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your slumber is a lullaby.            
I listen intently.

You man-handle your mornings with the aspirations and ambitions.
A few dark hours of limberness under the silenceness of the moon.

You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your sleepness is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
Intensely.