Bed web

Me, you and the cat tangled in bed -
arms, legs, heads.
I’m the centre of your world, warm core
important, content surrounded
by the slow whistle of you breathing.
Someone’s drilling in your dreams but it’s
just Ferdie purring and the tick tock
of your new watch.
The cat moves, gets too hot.
Now it’s just me and you
but I might need the loo.