Laying an open hand on my chest, you wake me up from a light sleep in the middle of the night. I have tried to wait up for you but tiredness took over me. As I put to the side the book I was reading and the glasses I am still wearing, keeping on the clothes I can't be bothered to change, you cuddle up to me and we exchange a lovely talk and sweet nothings. You've been hard at work lately... not sure if you fear I feel neglected or if it's because you know it can be difficult for me to fall asleep if I wake up in the middle of the night, you decide to make your move to get me back into sleepy mode.