You’re there, after all.
But it comforts me like being under the covers. Sometimes I manage to slip right in and you don’t even notice when it happens. It lets me rest my head as if on a perfect pile of pillows. It surrounds me with listeners who spoon my silliness the same way the cats spoon me at night. If I get too hot, I can kick the covers off.
And, just like when the alarm sounds in the morning, I don’t want to let it end.