Sleep..Please..Just let me sleep.
My head's on the pillow, my eyes are half closed, in a squint against the light of the sun shining in my window. The curtains were broken the past night, in the fight that had set my mind spinning. Too many thoughts reside there, and sleep seems like such a long shot. Normally, it's difficult for me to get to sleep. Last night, I simply passed out from exhaustion. My head, arms, legs, chest sore, everywhere I'd been touched. My memory keeps tugging that string of thoughts slowly through my consciousness. Ironic.. I'm into BDSM, yet the pain is unwelcome. Though, perhaps I do deserve it.. It takes two to start a fight. Well, no, it doesn't. That's bullshit. If someone's aggressive..no matter how passive and pacifying I am, his mind is set on me, only me. So there's something wrong with me, in his eyes, at least. I wish he'd say, I could change myself.
I'm trying to distract myself now. It's a little past noon, and I've been awake
An Unemo text submissionYou toss, you turn, but only slightly. She's asleep next to you. Her arms around you, yours around her. You realize that you've moved away, the comforting sound of her beating heart can no longer reach your ears. Exhausted, you lay there, awaiting the secondary embrace of sleep to lift you out of reality, but some part of you fights it, doesn't wish to leave the moment, which seems so surreal. She shifts slightly, and you quickly look over, hoping you didn't wake her-She looks so peaceful and content, you couldn't imagine a more serene sight. Hours pass, you stop thinking, the only feeling is a warm glow of contentment that the two of you are together. Suddenly, the alarm sounds. 7am. Time to get up. Quickly, you silence it, and slowly extricate yourself from her arms. Getting up, you walk to the window, and slowly push open the curtains. Turning back to her, you see her sitting up in bed. Her hair'