Every night I stalk and chase you like a hunter. You always play hard to get. I curse, plead, cajole, bargain, negotiate and beg. You eventually give in and I finally wrap my arms around you. But it’s like sex without any pleasure. And you don’t even spend a full 8 hours with me. I hate you for that. You make the nights even lonelier than it needs to be.
Did I piss you off in a previous life? Did I spurn you? Can we make peace? Why must you torment me?
I just want to sleep.