Sleeping Ills

I used to go over to her house when I couldn’t sleep. Two, three, four in the morning I’d jump in a cab and crawl into her bed. Bam, out like a light. She’d leave for work at eight, and as she showered and dressed, I’d stir briefly. I’d watch her through heavy, muggy eyes and kiss her goodbye. By the time the door clicked shut I’d be fast asleep. Eleven, twelve, one pm, my phone would ring and she’d talk to me on her lunch break. I’d ask her how her day was from the bed where she left me. About three or four in the afternoon, I'd roll out and take a shower. I'd leave before she got home that evening and head off to do whatever it was that needed to be done. Later that night as I lay there unblinking, I'd reach for my phone and start all over.