Insomnia. Thoughts, not-yet dreams, whir and blur... Thoughts with no direction. Incomplete, half-conscious thoughts... weakened by fatigue and the coldness...the coldness exacerbated by the vast amount of bed beside me. I open my eyes and I start to feel too soon... before complete consciousness occurs... The tears well too quickly... before I'm able to pick out the specific thoughts that cause them and attempt to snuff them out. I close my eyes and slip back into the whir and blur...