It's 4 am. Lights are on, telly in the background. Just chatting with someone on the other side of the planet. Drinking ice tea, eating cookies. I'm to go to work in a few short hours, I guess.
It's all flashing in front of my eyes. Just Jim Beam is missing from the picture.
She'll be gone soon and I'm condemned to insomnia again until she's back. Or until there's another one.
