Awake For You

She sat at her desk and stared at the bed. She considered walking over to it, but didn't. It was only ten feet away, but she sat in her chair instead. She didn't see the logic in lying down. She knew she would be up again, and back to square one. Instead, she found comfort in staring off at her computer screen, knowing the entire world was staring back with the same blank stare. She stays up late because she likes knowing that the rest of the town is asleep; that she is the only one left. She likes the solitude, I think, though she may never admit it. Regardless of the why, she stays up late, and hides it with make-up.

He laid motionless on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had nothing to say, so he thought to himself instead. His eyes wandered back and forth from chips in the paint to the shadows they casted. He wondered what work would be like tomorrow; what tie he would wear. He thought about buying something nice for his girlfriend, and surprising her at work with it. The perfect way to end a long day, he thought. He kept thinking; not moving. His eyelids were heavy, and he wanted to sleep. He couldn't though, not while she was still awake. He didn't want to leave her to face the world alone. He loved her. He fell asleep anyway.