I don't want to see the sun

Sshhh...
Don't wake me up
Don't tell anyone I'm here
I'm hiding in my field of dreams
From what?
The time
It's chasing me
It's 4 a.m
And I don't want to see the sun
Not yet. Not now.
So let me nestle here
Covering myself with the warmth of my blanket
Up to my chin
And let me dream
Don't wake the baby up
She's dead, I've killed her
And I don't want to see the sun
The sun is judgemental
But the moon understands me

She understands.