1:30

Sleep is a funny thing. It's one-thirty AM and all my body wants to do is sleep, but all my mind wants to do is be awake. It is an ongoing battle between body and mind, mind and body. But which will come out on top? I keep thinking about you and how much I wish you were here. How I wish I could feel your warm body next to mine engulfing me in your glow, making my frigid body melt into yours. But my body is to empty. It knows what it wants but does not have the will power to fight for it. All it wants to do is collapse under the pressure. Will my mind ever understand what it is like to feel this kind of fatigue, or will it always want to think of what it could have and not of what glorious treasure lies right in front of it. Sleep is a funny thing.