What you don't know.

I laid awake you know. 

You probably didn't know it, but I did.

I was tired, exhausted really, yet I lay there, denying myself the luxury of sleep. 

I lie there awake, for I knew no sleep would be as steady nor as peaceful as the kind I would undergo at the hand of your voice. 

So awake I stayed.

Clutching to the perhaps of you sedating me with your words.

It didn't feel like work you know. Staying awake. 

It did at first, simply because time seemed to entangle itself with my torturer- sleep. Time plotted with sleep, stretching out it's seconds and minutes while sleep simultaneously declared war on my body.

My defense was your perhaps; It was your maybe. It was the possibility that I could hold onto tonight long enough to get my dose of you before tomorrow rushed in.

I braced myself in my bed, yielding my armor of hope and anticipation.

It worked.

I lie there awake. 

Content with the heaviness on my eyelids and the haze in my head.

I laid there awake, because sleep without you is sleeplessness all the same.

.K SG C.