Hazy Waking Hours
My eyes open
I am warm
Very very warm
There is wet cloth on my face
And cool hands on my shoulders
And Percy's sweet voice in my ear
Good morning Oliver
He whispers
Good morning
I try and say
My throat is dry
Shh
He whispers
You're sick
He whispers
I shiver
And sweat
Percy
I rasp
Shh
He whispers
Shh
You're sick Oliver
He strokes my cheek
And the wet cloth goes away
Shh
My eyes close
Shh my Oliver
He whispers
Sleep my Oliver
He whispers
I love you
My Oliver
He whispers
And covers me again