Whoever said there is only one side to a story said it wrong. So wrong, that nobody said it.
I Love sleeping. I Love entering into a world where life is touched-up perfect.
Where like in the movies, even if bad occurs, it is thwarted daringly.
Such are my nightly dreams.
Nightmares occur too but I Love my dreams and I Love it for the pleasant ones alone.
But lately, sleep has been eluding me.
It is the stress about Tuesday.
He leaves and I am terrified of an impending month without his presence.
At least, this time so.
As much as I wish he didn’t have to go, now I can’t wait for him to leave.
I am anxious about the goodbye hug and to get over with the overbearing emotions.
So then I can finally go to classes, write my notes, come back home.
So that I don’t have to constantly think about the frightening goodbye.
Accept that the moment is over, and SLEEP peacefully.
Alone, yet peacefully throughout this cold cold December.