Down the Block?

He never woke when she did,
Not that he'd know either way,
But he liked to imagine
That she got up
And got free,
Just like he wanted to do,
At five and rolled into
Her day skin,
like it was Meant to Be.

It wasn't that he was lazy,
And it wasn't that he couldn't get
Out of the Night-Time
Frame of Mind,
It was just that he never
Left his day skin.
Even chained to his bed,
He cannot sleep
Until she wakes,

Down the block.