She couldn’t sleep

And it was driving her crazy

She needed skin on skin

To be spooned and held

She needed to feel

Heartbeats against her own

But instead, here she is

Wide awake and eating red grapes in bed

Listening to music

Reading a book that makes her even more aware

That she’s alone in a too-big bed

She reads words and imagines

She’s her, for the moment

Getting caressed by strong hands

Being known so well

Down to the size she wears

Favorite things to have

And ways to be touched

While she’s eating

Grapes in bed after midnight

♥️👣 Jeanna’ Mead

1 22 a.m. May 18 2020