Improv of "The Artist as Lefthander"

I was intrigued by the line "Each morning, thinking of you." When I thought about that line and what it could be related to...

Each morning, thinking of you,
I curl deeper into the blankets, willing myself
to mesh back with the world of down and sheepskin. 
Where alarms and front page shootings evaporate,
while lattes and gas are cheap.

Each morning, thinking of you,
I flop to the floor, crawling blearily to the 
shower, where the hot steam and suds clear
the dirt and gook from my fingernails,
final remnants of the day before.

Each morning, thinking of you,
I check, forty times forty, the clock
wishing for the moment I can join 
you again.