why am I so freaked out?

gulls screech outside the window,
cracked to let the sea breeze in,
I roll over and my puppy licks my
nose, pulling the blanket over my
head, I search for a few more
moments of sleep, stretch….


I don’t have a puppy!
I don’t live by the ocean!
This isn’t my blanket!
This isn’t my bed!


you’re here
you are laying right next to me
with the sheet conveniently covering
you seem so peaceful

why am I so freaked out?

— GB


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