Sometimes I would like to tell
A different story
I tell her
It feels that our adventure
Has lasted for a long time
All good adventures do
She replies
We are lying in bed
Waiting for the phone
To ring
It never does
Who would want to hear our voice
Lots of people
She says
And who needs phones
When you have paper and words
I smile at her
Always the little optimist
She giggles
Wraps up warm next to me
Like a kitten
You see just there
I am repeating myself
How much longer can we sleep
And curl up together
Forever and ever
She says
You will know when the story stops
It. just comes to you
Like a closing book
Or the jolt of waking up
And when it does
Every sentence will be new and shiny.
