every time i touch you - stream of consciousness You can't possibly be comfortable right now, there's no way. I've been awake long enough now to know your arm has been dangling like that for at least fifteen minutes, part of me wants to push it down so you're more at ease...the other part wants you to wake up with that limb numbness. I shouldn't hope for that though, but I also think if I touch your arm I'll wake you up all together and no one should be up this early with me. I mean, I still have time to sleep, about an hour actually, but here I am, looking at you, as if I haven't seen you on and off regularly for the last seven or so years. The thing is, it's nice to see you look peaceful, there's no guard up, there's no line between us at the moment, just this; you sleeping and me thinking. Maybe I get some sort of joy out of knowing you can look this relaxed with me near by, even if you proclaim you "hate me" more than anything else. Sometimes I wonder why you want to hang out with me, why you bother to have me over, but I guess I can't complain, your bed is pretty comfortable. I should probably try to get a little more sleep...but I can't let you keep your arm like that. Better. Surprised you didn't wake up actually. Okay, fifty minutes left before I need to go, maybe I shouldn't put my arm around you...eh, too late.