Dawn

The clock ticks,
Tick, tick, tick,
The second hands’ movement a constant in the quiet house.
The residents sleep, as I stand watch.
My eyes start to droop as the night ticks on.
School books read, paperwork done,
Just time, before I can go to bed.
Will you be there to greet me at dawn?
Fast asleep in my bed, covers barely covering  your lean, naked body.
A sleepy smile on your face, as you pull me in close and nuzzle my neck.
Your soft snore, erasing  the ticking of the clock.
Your hot breath on my neck, warms me from the cold  January air.
Your embrace, the last thing I notice before drifting off to sleep.

~Jodie Nicole~