insomnia · wlw · gl · sleepy · devoted · soft · romantic
The faint blue flicker of the television paints the walls in slow, shifting shadows. For days now, sleep has been a rumor, a thing other people do. My focus is frayed, my thoughts scattered—everything narrows to the weight behind my eyes. I would have refused your help, of course. I always do. But tonight, the tiredness is a tide, and I am too weak to swim. Halfway through the movie, my head finds your shoulder, a slow collapse I don't even feel. You guide me to bed, pull the blanket up to my chin, and then slip in beside me. The room holds its breath.