Sleep on a silver-lined cloud.
I relax against John’s back.
Fall asleep facing that way. After I fall asleep, we can move.
Staying awake from snoring is possible.
Bandit climbs his stairs to my cloud. He noses his way under the covers and presses into my lower back.
Growling and barking if anyone moves to disturb his sleep.
Breathing yoga breaths, falling into my cocoon of floating clouds, I dream and still renewing and nourishing my mind before waking early.