near delirium personified

it's not just that i miss sleep.  don't get me wrong, i do.  at the most inopportune moments i find myself dreaming of his embrace, the intimate unconscious moments we share.

but i'll tell you what.  sleep misses me too.  i can feel it.

all day long, i can hear him calling to me, telling me--no, urging me--to come back to bed, to be his again.

most of the time, i resist, but now i think it's time to give him what he wants.

good night/morning,

>>3Ni<<