WHAT IF I WAKE UP EVERY MORNING BECAUSE YOU'RE BREATHING ON ME!?!?!??!

Scene:
4:25 Wednesday morning.
Sco's hot, short spurts of breath all over my face.
He wants under the covers. I'm on my side. He climbs over me so he's draped across my ribs.
He's not satisfied.
He wants up my shirt.
I figure he's cold and hold him close.
Internal monster-jess growls in my head. "You need your fucking sleep, idiot. Fuck the cat."
I kick him out.
I feel bad for a thousand minutes and still don't sleep.
I start obsessing about how we're going to fare in a full bed for 2 weeks and then a long time.
And you're not even one iota as cute as Sco. Hate to tell you.
I fret.
I don't sleep thinking about future not sleeping.
I let Sco back in.
I hate life a little bit more than I did yesterday.
End scene.

Write me a scene about how this will all work out.