I know I should be asleep.
It's getting late, and I have things to do in the morning.
But the thing is I just don't want to.

Daytime is always so busy and loud.
I love the quiet darkness.
A chance to sit and think.
Actually think.
Not think about stocking shelves or mopping floors.
Think about me. And you.

These moments never seem to happen when the sun is in the sky.
When these moments come, I feel the need to sit in them and soak up the chance to dream of how things could be.

Maybe that's why I have a hard time falling asleep.
Because the night is the only time I get to think of you.