5 am
As I lie awake
My mind unwillingly twisting
Desperate for a moment of mental silence
I hear my partner snoring
His deep guttural cry
Mocking me
Reminding me that I’m a stranger to sleep
And Yet
In those growls I feel such comfort
His gentle roars keep the dark thoughts at bay
My mind spins at a different pace
A particular sort of peace concedes
Despite my restlessness
I find the sound soothing
Like the drone of a fan
Or a defunct gadget store’s sound machine
That plays frog noises and rain and woodland streams
I find this noise to be the one I seek
I crave
The sound of comfortability
Of safety
Of love
Despite my lack of sleep
I can relax
My brain can stop
Here and now
There is no place I’d rather be
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