Dreaming of Sheep

He roams the night,
While I slept with the lights
He'd tap on the window,
And I'd ignore him and pull my pillow

He would open my window,
Wearing clothes as if he came from a disco.
Knowing I was awake, he would stroke my face
He'd inch closer leaving no space.

I would slowly start to fall asleep,
Dreaming of nothing but sheep.