Lazy Sundays were our favorite. We used to sleep in, go to breakfast at Jims, come back and take a nap and catch up on tv. No matter what it was, we were right there together. You’d always tell me that you’d sleep better if I took a nap with you, and I always laughed at you and told you that I wasn’t tired. I’d lay down anyway, and you’d curl up around me and you’d be snoring so fast it would make me laugh. I’d close my eyes and I wasn’t far behind you. I always slept better with you near me. How I long for sleep. Really good sleep, longer than 2 hours at a time sleep. That hasn’t happened in months. I lie to myself and those around me all the time telling them that I’m doing ok, when the reality is I just want to sleep. I still sleep with the dimmed lights on and the tv on, because I can’t bare the quiet loneliness without you. Sometimes you come to me in my dreams, and those are a crap shoot as to whether you help me sleep or I wake up in a panic attack. I wear your shir