"Let him sleep."

A little voice in her head said.

"He needs a good night's rest." 

The voice was now commanding,

"He works so hard all day

And you're so very demanding."

 

"Okay I hear you, you're right,"

She decided not to put up a fight.

 

So away he snored, 

Next to his little copy - 

No sense of time or place, 

Taken by rest's embrace. 

 

She was alone again

But at peace today

For at last she understood

What before she never could

That she had never been alone before

That he honestly couldn't do any more

That there was no need for uproar 

He was tired and so was she

She needed to breathe and he needed sleep.