One night together,

Then pulled apart once again.

Could it be curtains?

Sleepover kids with

Midnight feasts; giggles until

Two a.m. (at least).

Beamed off to strange worlds

In our heads, through four legged

Portals known as beds.

Midsummer mornings

Through bedroom blinds. Five a.m.?

Six? Seven? Eight? Nine?

Woken by thunder.

Will it pour? No - Jim next door

Is having a snore.

In bed together

To get some sleep, they found there

Was some mission creep.