your life is all about what you make of it; not what others think of it
Every night, he climbs into bed with me
Every night, we share the blanket
Every night, I know he watches me sleep
Every night, his gentle snores caress my ears
Every night, I know he’s there right beside me
Every night, he’s just there.
And every morning he wakes me with his sloppy kisses
Every morning I wake up with an incomplete dream of having a man, my man, beside me
And not just my dog.