Underneath your blanket

your murmur is a melody

as part of my snore
I smothered from the strands
of your shaggy hair
while you are being rowdy.
You pinched my belly,
and I squeezed
your chest.
You looked back, and our heads
hit. You bit
my arm. I rose.
It’s 4AM according to the clock.
I went to the restroom
to pee. “Don’t forget
to flush, okay?,” you uttered.
Am I a kid? I looked at
you after. Lying alone
as if sobbing. I hugged you until
my palm layed on top
of your chest. You adhered
and farted suddenly. You snickered.
“Let’s sleep?” I suggested.
“We’re already asleep,” you answered.
“We’re just dreaming.”
We continued dreaming.
We traveled to a small country
where the nighttime is long.
The lights of the city is glowing
while the stars twinkle
teasingly.
This place is happy as ever.
The crow of the cock
is surmounted. Here in our country,
the time stopped although
our feet numbs.