Morning

When I put my head under the covers, 
it is hard to tell
whether morning has yet come.

I smell your smell.
You are moist as the tongue
in your mouth.

My tongue is dry
from breathing through my mouth.
through the night

and when I try
to swallow
I find my throat sore.

Is there anything more I manage?
Perhaps I have a disease.
I will call in sick.