I had something very different in mind when I started writing this right after reading "an irregularity" but seeing as how I have the love bug it turned out thusly.
I have come to the borders of sleep and found no solace. The toss turned sheets whisper of entwining limbs The sandman cometh to my resting place as my fingers outstreched in mid caress
So this is it, the new frontier. The reason why I held onto this choice for dear life, like I know come to hold onto your fingers, clasping them in mine.
My room is a kingdom and we are nestled together under a sea of blankets. You whisper of your longing for me in hushed tones in the deep darkness and the early morn.