Sleep tyrant
I sleep better at night when I'm confident that I'm still your baby...
You with your dead-of-night and just-before-dawn phone calls, whispering baby and I miss you, have commandeered my sleep - the hope of hearing from you makes me wake at ungodly hours, all the while praying that my phone rings only if cosmically, destiny means for you to be with me.
Who are you to lord over my sleep, to wake me, to have burrowed so deeply into my subconscious that your body clock now governs my sleep patterns.
This is bad, but I think we are finally done and someday my sleep shall be emancipated and return to me.
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