It’s 2:30am, all I have to look at is the dark. It’s never ending depth becomes quite dull after a few hours of it. Your mind races through all the things of the day. You start to think about what’s going to happen the next day. The darkness almost seems inviting sometimes. Yet you still sit there in your bed. Wondering if you will ever fall asleep. Or if this is all just a dream by itself. What is the difference in between a dream and reality. I can hardly tell anymore. What I do know is that when you turn over and look at that other person laying just a few feet away from you. Barely being able to see them through the darkness. Seeing how peaceful they are it’s almost a lullaby to you. For some reason though I have not fallen into a slumber yet. Maybe I’m scared when I wake up it will all be gone. It’s Now 4:30am, time has passed by as if it doesn’t exists. This never ending stupor. Not exactly painful but mainly lonely. I find a tear coming to my eye as I start to feel the solitude of the darkness. I hope that the sleep being next to me will awake me and comfort me. Yet, I still sit there just wishing. Feeling the darkness of the night.