At Home in Her (poem)

I found myself at home in her,

in her tiny room but big bed,

lying next to her as she dozed off,

sipping on fresh mint leaf tea.

I found myself at home in her,

in her sleepy smiles, her “I'm awake”s,

as I cleared the bed to sleep,

tucked her in and went to sleep in the next room.

I found myself at home in her,

in her absolute adoration of sleep

that kept her alarm going off regularly,

in her sleepy resignation to morning.

I found myself at home again,

and I can't thank her enough for that.

-Zero