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When I can't sleep at night I pretend to be talking to you. I imagine us sitting in the garden of our home, hidden from the world.

Sleep lingering in your unruly hair. the crinkles by your eyes, as you smile at a joke I tell that really isn't  all that funny.

I invision you sipping tea out of a glass we got together at the saturday flee market for only twenty-five cents, as I describe the details of my mediocre week.

I tell the simple things. Like how the barista at the cafe we go to didn't recognize me because I was alone. Without you. People tend to get used to only seeing us together.

How the heating was down in the record store again and how I couldnt possibly walk through a doorway without a raindrop landing on my forehead.

I imagine myself telling you my fears and how youd understand and maybe even agree. One more thing wed have in common.

I say how I fear the ocean, for it's depths are far more haunting than id ever believed before. I tell you that I fear the sky, for it's heights are far more daunting than I'd ever believed before. I fear most anything and you dont seem to judge me for that.

When I cant sleep at night, I pretend like you're lying next to me, snoring lightly as I rub your back. The back that holds the weight of the world for me.

I can smell the fresh scent of your after shave, although we both know you've never been in need of a razor. I'd stare as you fall deeper into sleep, loving that I get to be the only woman to see you like this. As you are. Peaceful and true.

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