more vignettes: one night

i slept troubledly and woke up alone. it felt familiar and painful. tired, i could not sleep. i drove and drove, aimless, tugging, and then i drove and drove. i found myself staring up at your window and the shadowy cloak within. i thought of the place where we lazed peacefully one afternoonnight. i turned the key and drove more.

i found the place, its discarded wrappers and its unchanged contours. i lay down in the indentations made by your body the last time you were there. i could not sleep. perception was too much to bear.