4:15 a.m

Red lights ablaze from the side of my bed. His elbow digs into the small of my back–Nothing collusive but the sound of the clocks as they tick and hum in time to the passing of a particularily elusive sleep.

I lay under the big bluish umbrella of dawn…rambling off sentences that would predictably make you laugh-had you stayed long enough to love me.

Rather, I lie in bed with a short list of synonyms…concocting something meaningless to slather across the last blank page in my notebook.

I come up up with nothing.

But the snore of cat and the restless sleep of someone who is nothing more than an accolade to an otherwise negligible exisitence.