Eyes closed, your head in my lap, sleeping softly on the sofa on the first night of the New Year. Your mom is asleep in her bedroom and our friends have gone home, on the first night of 1969.
And I smooth your long brown hair over your shoulder, and I lean down and kiss your cheek. Moving so slowly, I manage to stand up without waking you, and I lay you down on the cushions, I cover you with a warm wool blanket, and let myself out to wait for the bus back home.
Eyes closed, your head in my lap, sleeping softly on the bed on the first night of the New Year. Skunk is sleeping the way only a well fed cat can sleep, and I pull the covers up over you, on the first night of 2011.
And I smooth your long brown hair over your shoulder, and I lean down and kiss your cheek. As gently as I can I take your tortoise shell glasses off and put them in the drawer of my desk. And I kiss your closed eyelids, to give you happy dreams. I can't wait for tomorrow, when I can kiss you good morning and Happy New Year!
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