Unfortunately

it’s one of those nights where sleeping in the proximity of another human is somehow impossible, so i lay awake for hours, tossing and turning, just slightly uncomfortable, feeling scammed out of one of the few simple pleasures that is supposed to make adult life worth it: the feeling of falling asleep with the person you love. 

so here i am in the bathroom, the only other room in my apartment, typing on my phone, fully awake, 2:49 AM on April 26th, 2023, regretting my decision to be a good guy and tell her yes she can stay over night and that it’s totally fine.

she’s hesitant to ask, she knows that her presence in my bed has the potential to flat out annihilate my chances of sleep, and every time the question is on the table I assure her that no, it’ll be fine this time, don’t worry, you can stay.

yet here i am again.