I'm lying in bed with a familiar stranger who
is chest down against the pillows
Phone in front of his face
While scanning through breakfast options
My senses lazy and sated
to my lack of sleep, my eyes drooping
becomes a battle of wills so desired
I am the drowsy lion without the ferocious rawr
At the restaurant, his rumpled untamed hair has me smirking
Our waitress stands patiently at our table, amused
but respectful, grinning at our banter of what to order
An odd sobriety when I realize
I'm crazy about you
brings news of future heartache
Emulation of Today by Chris Green
