I have gotten bad at sleep again.
It comes in waves.
Sometimes I arrange my pillows in my bed so that they are like another person under the blankets with me.
I snuggle the crap out of them.
Sometimes I get scared that it will always be pillows and never a person (this is a confession).
Also, there is a cricket who lives a few millimeters away from my window, who likes to watch me sleep and really likes to whisper the sweetest nothings to me all night long. I hope she doesn't die when it gets too cold out there.