another restless night
laying there; trapped.
her head on my arm
my head in the ceiling,
accepting this; dreading this,
she catches herself dreaming.
i crawl out of bed,
make the night longer
and think of what to think
as i think harder and harder.
then, out of silence,
her voice still ringing in my ear,
"i'm cold."
i stop thinking,
and warm her again.