Sleep. No. Why is it so much easier when it's next to *you*? My exhaustion is anything but present, but I have comfort in the most obvious places, with warmth next to me. His skin, like satin, like the finest piece of soft cloth you've ever felt.

And blue stars are sleeping in the sky tonight, tired from playing tag with daytime airplanes. And I'm tired of playing word games with the computer so I will try to retire.

Maybe I'll see the sunshine in the early dawn.