I don’t sleep when you’re away, my thoughts chase, circling ceaselessly without remorse.
Each hour weighs a ton, each minute pounds against my skull, what if? What’s that? Check
The clock. If I fall asleep right NOW, I could manage five hours before the alarm sounds, now
Four, then three. Who does math at four a.m.? Could I reset the alarm? Thirty minutes
More? But I’ve already eaten up that time with my calculations. Please hurry home. I don’t sleep.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
That’s actually rather romantic. Funnily enough, I have trouble sleeping whether or not my wife’s there. I guess I just enjoy looking at the ceiling.
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My husband travels a good deal. You’d think I’d get used to it.
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A nice one, Leslie
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Thank you, Derrick.
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