I was making love to you.
The broken record played in the room over and over. Stuck on the same verse for what seemed to be an eternity. The window was opened partially, the curtains swaying in the soft wind that came through the window pane. The verse sang “rain drops”. I watched the curtains swaying side to side.
It’s 1:28 and I’m still awake. Searching through various platforms and media sites trying to find an anchor. Something that will keep me busy or entertained, at least for a moment or two. My minds racing, my heart is palpitating quickly, and even though I’m not moving a muscle I can feel the exhaustion creeping up on…