I sit at the computer at 3 am.
I know morning approaches but I don’t give a dam.

Writing yet another sonnet to my lover,
While he lies sleeping beneath the bed covers.

I periodically peer at him from behind the monitor,
Glancing in his direction when I hear him stir.

He tosses, then turns ,then sleep resumes.
His snoring resounds off the walls in the room.

I laugh to myself when his snores become stagnate.
My typing and his snoring have become a duet.

His snoring is the melody and my typing the rhythm.
Quite abruptly I’m aware no sound is coming from him.

I stop typing, holding my breath and listening intently.
When I hear words spoken ever so gently.

“Baby shut down the computer and come to bed”.
“Hurry up so we can cuddle” he yawned then said,

“I love you so much and as you can see,
I can’t get good sleep when you’re not next to me”.

I blushed at these words and my heart jumped a beat.
I shut down the computer and rose to my feet.

Walking across the carpeted bedroom floor
Toward that awesome man whom I adore.

I sighed from the thrill that finally ,
God gave me a man who is so good to me.

That even in sleep he is aware
When I am not next to him in the bed we share.

I climb in the bed, he cuddles me in,
I look back at him seeing his sly grin.

“Guess what?” he whispers “Now I’m fully awake!”
I quickly realize it is love we will make.

I glance at the clock that reads 4 am.
I know morning approaches but I don’t give a dam.