  Wanted to go to bed hours ago. Not that I really "wanted to", but felt like I should. And now I am still sitting here in front of my computer, randomly eating things without any nutritional value, avoiding to take off my clothes and go into the shower and be overwhelmed with flashbacks of being in there with him, earlier this week, him washing my hair while I lean against him. And the bed... I just don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and search for him. I just want to sleep, and tomorrow to start. I want the day to be over, and peace of mind. 
