Sleep finds me half-awake, gazing at the luminary puddle of blue light dripping from my girlfriends face-down digital alarm clock.

I can never tell if she's really sleeping or not anymore. It seems to me like she's throned in a fantasy dream work I can no longer fathom due to omnipotent restlessness-- but she often complains the next day of having slept unwell.

Sometimes I like to imagine that she dreams of waking up in the middle of the night.