sleep.

It's one of those nights.

I'm lying there, watching TV waiting for sleep to visit, when I get an insatiable urge for someone to talk to. It's not so much as being alone as it is lonliness. And let's face it, sometimes that visits more than sleep. I am not longing for companionship...I was looking for an adult conversation. I wanted to talk to someone who could wax poetic and wax philosophical until the wee hours of morning with me, to keep my spirits company, in a sense, to give me hope that maybe someone in my cellular phone book is doing the same exact thing, wanting to talk.

I went through the names. Sleeping. Away at school. New number. Not friends anymore. Drunk. Spent the whole weekend with, probably is sick of me.

That narrowed the list down some.

I know who I was looking for.

I know who I wanted to talk to.

I know I deleted his name and number. But I remember both.

Here's to the night.