Sleep is a rarity these days. It's not like before, when I could spend days on little sleep. Now, it makes me sad and tired. It makes me miss you.
You don't know what insomnia feels like. I don't think you've ever lost sleep over anything. You don't work that way. You're not a worrier. You always dream peacefully. I envy that now.
I watched you sleep once. It was late and I was too happy to close my eyes and let the day end. I stared at your face and found peace. I wish I could do that now.
YOU ARE READING
Reminds Me of You
Short StoryThere are so many things she wants to tell him. But she can't, so she writes them instead.
