A Mold of Your Slumber

You say something light,
Like you need to set the alarm,
Then fall asleep while l listen

To the transcript of your dreams.
Their volume is on low,
So I flow around your curves,

Taking a mold of your slumber.
In the morning, we rush
To the airport, because you’re late.

In the cab, you ask.
I say yes though I want to say but.
You say of course but mean although.