sweet dreams

lying in bed with my computer screen open.
so i can type in my sleep.
all of the things i see and sometimes hear.
like her face in my head telling me she's going to break my fucking hands if i leave.

the phone rings.

"hi, are you sleeping?" you said
"yuuuh i'm so tired i'm going to go back to sleep so i can write about my dreams as they come," i said
"but i wanna listen to you sleep," you said

i tried counting sheep but ended up faking zz's and snoring for half an hour

"sweet dreams," you said

before the tone of the telephone reminded me that i wasn't talking to anyone.