Fool that I am, keeps hoping to hear the click of the lock, the slide of the door, and your familiar steps, like I’ve heard many times before.
The faintest creak, keeps me awake, as my body curls ready to spring at the first sign of your entering.
Heart beats in my chest, as adrenaline courses through, it’s funny what hope can cause the body to do.
There’s a click, and a whirrr like I’ve heard many times before.
My body relaxed, disappointment keen, for it’s the heater that has me listening.
With a sigh, and a dread, I turn to try to go to sleep instead.