It's 2am and I can't sleep. Maybe it's because this is the first night in months that we haven't slept in each others arms and honestly, I don't know how to sleep anymore if you're not holding me, if your lips aren't staining my face, my neck, if your fingers aren't tracing patterns on my chest, if our bodies are not entangled and our hands intertwined, like vines spiralling up the side of an abandoned house, caught up in each other like lovers that lay side by side, each one dreaming with the others eyes.