Insommia

Something I wrote, when I could not return to sleep.

Insomnia



Its two am

an hour after

sleeping and

I awake with

thoughts of you.

I crawl deeper into

my white comforter and

thick baig blanket.

A cold chill comes

across my face as

I toss to the right

of my queen size

bed.



Questions begin to

fill my mind.

Is he okay?

is he safe?

Is he alone?

Does he miss me?

Is he trying to contact me?

I turn once again to

my side wondering

when we will

communicate.



I close my eyes

in hopes I can

return to

my dreams

Convincing

myself

the impossibility

that I

could be

the girl

of your

fantasy

world.