Thinking About You Until the Sun Comes Up

Sleep doesn’t stand a chance when my mind decides to orbit you. Every detail gets replayed: your laugh echoing in my head, the exact way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the softness in your voice when it dips just low enough to sound like a secret. I think about it all, and before I know it, the clock is daring me with 3 a.m., 4 a.m., 5 a.m.

It’s not obsession. It’s presence. It’s how even in the dark, you take up space in the best possible way. And though I pay for it in yawns tomorrow, I wouldn’t trade those sleepless nights. Because if the sun comes up and I’ve spent all night with you in my head, then maybe the day has already started right.

Final Thought: Some people dream of stars. I just stay awake thinking about you.

Disclaimer: This is late-night honesty, not insomnia advice. Don’t sue me for your under-eye circles.