Slipping In

I slip into the bed
Every night
After midnight
Like a soldier
Into the bunker
After a little moonlighting
Doing reconnaissance
Hand reaching out for you and
Eyes always on the horizon
Taking it for granted
That if there are vermin in there with us
I already know them well and
That they will not wake me
Affect tommorow's battle or
Keep me from slipping off my socks before
I slip into bed