12.04.2003
9:06 a.m.
Missing him...
I was standing by the back door this morning in the warm and dark house, and I wanted so badly to just stand there with my eyes closed until after 8 am, so I wouldn't have to go to work...
Or to go back upstairs, undress, crawl into my incredibly comfortable bed in the darkness and the heat, pull the covers up over my head and sleep for days...
I slept horribly last night. Kept waking up, tossing and turning. I tried every position it is possible to sleep in, and nothing worked for more than 20 minutes at a time. I think I spent more time watching the clock change from number to number than I did sleeping. I hate being alone in bed. It's hard to sleep unless I'm wrapped around a solid warm body.
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