I’m staying up late because there’s no one to call me to bed. I’m sure you’re asleep, and I hope you’re sleeping well.
I’ll sleep better now that you’re gone because I won’t go to bed before I’m tired. I’ll stay up till it’s my time, and then my sleeping in will make more sense. And you, who knows, maybe you’ll go back to sleeping in, maybe you won’t feel compelled to throw yourself at the day when you have more personal time. Don’t tell me if you do. It would hurt my feelings. I always wanted us to sleep in together, but it really never happened. It’s funny the things you miss from past partners, like laying around doing nothing, you never wanted to do that. That might be all I want to do. I’m going to sit in bed till I’m used to you not coming home. I’ll just sit here till I don’t expect you, and then I’ll know I’m better.
