Keep waking up in different places thinking I never left them But it's the same light that lulls me to sleep. I miss the way bodies fit into each other. And I'm warmth deprived and I get scared because I can't remember the last things I said to my friends before I left. It's new dealing with distance, thinking if everything will be the same when I get back. Until then I'll sleep on other peoples hardwood floors, organizing thoughts on tiles in the ceiling to kill time. I'm turning present tense to past It's the hardest thing I've ever done. Ever had to do. Ever had to do.