It’s 2 a.m. and I’m Thinking About Your Smile

There’s something about the late hours that makes every thought louder, sharper, more insistent. And at 2 a.m., when the world feels quiet and my head feels restless, it’s your smile that shows up like a lighthouse cutting through fog.

I think about how it sneaks up on me, unplanned, unforced, just there. I think about how it shifts a room, how it softens everything, how it feels like an invitation I never want to decline. And in the silence, I replay it until it feels like you’re right here.

Sleep can wait. That smile? That’s the thing that carries me through the night.

Final Thought: If insomnia had a cure, it would be your smile.

Disclaimer: This is a love-soaked thought, not a health recommendation. Don’t cite me in your sleep study.