2:13 AM

I haven't slept comfortably in weeks.

It's always been something—aches, cramps, heat, stresses, rashes, stiff mattresses, hypotheticals.

And sometimes you.

You creep back into my thoughts.

You get tangled up in my subconscious.

Then I dream about you.

And I can't control you there.

So I wake up

stare at the black ceiling

and wait for it all to go away

with you.