I’m a little tired babies.
I’m keeping late nights.
The time I want to go to bed sees me sitting wide awake.
And what am I doing with that precious time I have scheduled for sleep?
I could be blogging, commenting, reading, editing, watching tv, planning parties, fretting, doing bills, chasing the cats or folding laundry…
but I’m not.
The past two nights I’ve sat up late with Mr. Kaos talking.
and talking and talking and talking.
What were Mr. Kaos and I talking about?
Do you remember that time when you first met the one you love and you spend hours laying in each other’s arms and chatting about everything under the heavens. Your day? Their day? Childhood memories? Dearest wishes? Embarrassing moments? Family mysteries? The way the wind blows the leaves in little circles along the ground? Anything? Everything?
That’s what we were talking about. Anything. Everything. Our hopes. Our dreams. Our life.
He’s still worth losing sleep over.