Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and can't fall asleep again.

[aruan]

Because my body is weird and doesn't know what's good for it. Usually this is not too much of a problem because I get some fairly decent writing done. Tonight, however, I seem to be hung up on the fact that I'm alone in my own bed.

Shockingly enough, since I hadn't gone out last night nor have any steady reason to be sharing it, I know.

Obviously, it's That Time, so pretty much ignore the sappiness of the coming couple of days and everything will right itself again.

Still. I can be somewhat of a personal space/time-guarding type, but sometimes I do miss having someone in my life to that extent - being cute, couply, and the fun amount of codependent. Right just now, I miss sleeping with and waking up next to someone I want to be there in the morning as much as I did the night before. That doesn't sound like a lot, does it?

'And yet' is such a damnably apropos phrase.