I crawled into his bed at 4am and slept, just to be near him. inches of sheet between us seeming like miles. I woke hours later, and realised my mistake, hastily gathering myself together and relocating to a spare room. He didn’t seem to mind that I’d been there; said I was so quiet in sleep that he thought I was dead.

Last night, I dreamed he told me that he loved me. I woke up at 4am and haven’t been back to sleep. Deprivation has caused me to create the scenario I can never hope to experience.

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