*restless turning*
…
*rustling bedsheets*
*heavy sigh*

“You okay?”
“Yeah, can’t sleep.”
…
…
“Wanna make you sleepy?”
“Hmmnn, sounds nice.”
…
“Horny?”
“No.”
“Hug?”
“Okay.”

Fy faces me slowly.
Sounds of crumpling bedsheets so soothing.
As his feathery arms engulf me,
My eyes feel very heavy.
At last closing, his warmth lulling.
Downy chest comforting.
His scent reassuring.
“Good night.” says he.
Beak on my neck, nibbling.

I force a peek to smile, desiring to take his face to my dreams.
To be greeted by the hot summer sun blasting through my retinas.