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My eyes are heavy tonight. The safety of silence and solitude in my tiny space is invaded. The TV playing softly in the other room, and the dryer turning summersaults on the laundry's head. The fan shakes and squeaks as it circles round, off balance, like a tiny girl and her hoola hoop; amidst the happy shouts of party goers far away. All these quiet sounds remind me of my solitude. The soft tapping of my computer keys insists to me of your absence. Our midnight conversations would drive the sounds of my world into an ignored background. Reality is silenced when I am in your arms. Tomorrow's fears cease as we fight the morning but Apollo does not compromise. He is resolute in his decision and I am plunging through the night. Starring into the carbon at the stars below me I wonder which one you're on? How quickly I am ripped from my insane joy and propelled thousands of feet into tomorrow. and so I ask myself was it all a dream or is this just a nightmare?