I have finished the st germain bottle

From two weeks ago

I am a bit jollier

 but not sleepier     unfortunately

Whiskey is walking 

in his bedroom (the den by the kitchen)

Hubby is asleep in my bed

We fell asleep one hand on each other's tigh

Does he love me truly? Yes, whisper the rivers

Is he happy despite pot? Not real, suggests the sun

I dont have a vantage point for this poem

so I fold it and put it in my back pocket

It may come in handy when I see you!