I can't sleep. I want to sleep, but I can't sleep. I imagine my eyes slowly closing, my mind shutting down to reveal the greatest dreams and the hardest sleep I've ever experienced. But instead my eyes refuse to close, my mind ticks, waiting for the sound of the door knob to turn. She will walk in, lay next to me, and I'll ask if it's over. I want it to be over. I hope she'll say yes.
She walks in.
"What are we doing?" I ask. As we stand, arms touching each others waists.
"Standing." She replied.
All I want is for it to be over, done. She isn't making this easy. But I know I'm not making her happy.
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