In Bed, In the Morning Into the Afternoon

I whispered to my sheets while you slept,
Grab hold of this one, hold on tight.
Gently wrap yourself around her ankles and wrists.
Keep her warm and comfortable.

And I pleaded with my pillows,
Let her sleep in peace, 
remind her of nothing outside my bedroom door.
Become an ocean of comfort 
that cradles her head into the afternoon.

I cut a deal with the birds outside my window
If you just keep singing through morning, 
after the sun has packed its bags for the day, 
into the evening, maybe we won't hear our alarm clocks. 

The sun owed me a favor from a few years back,
Stretch your rays a bit further this morn.
Thread yourself in between my shades but keep away from her face
As badly as I'd like to watch her open her eyes, we mustn't wake her.

If you were to wake up now I would pretend I was asleep the entire time.
I would calculate my breathing to ensure we share the same breath,
and I would tighten my grip around your waist,
just barely but enough so you know where you belong.