Repetition.
This restlessness...
It’s so repetitive.

Every night,
The same thing...

I’m up till the early morning hours.
Accompanied first,
Only by the fireflies,
As they dance with one another,
Finding their dance partner for the evening,
Only to leave the waltz early,
As they slumber
Under that bright moon,
With the rest of the world.

Luckily,
The crickets play a tune for me,
To pass the time till dawn.
Each night’s orchestra
a bit different than the last,
Going with the night’s mood.

Most of the time,
The mood is restless.

The hot, summer night...
So hot
That I have to sleep
with barely anything on,
On top of the sheets.

The heat seems to slow everything down,
Except me and my thoughts.
Though they are not slow,
They are still constant...
An endless loop of restless thoughts of you,
As if the stagnant air
blockades the further expansion
of my mental connections,
only allowing me to think of you.

...This repetition
of thoughts of you...
Nothing in particular...
Just you...
You and your mannerisms;
You and you gentle presence beside me...
How I long for it on nights like tonight.

This restless need,
It slowly eats at me...
Making me toss and turn,
On these thin sheets.
How I hate that feeling.
Never ending unfulfilled desires...

And yet...

I want this feeling.
...I need this feeling...

Though I hate to admit it...
I like to lie on top of the sheets.


 
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