The phone tells me it's time to sleep and my eyes try to disagree but the body doesn't argue and I look at this night wondering where you might be sitting thinking of me.
At your laptop perhaps, with a coffee in hand, browsing YouTube or discussing dinner.
Under white lights which is your illumination of choice, wearing home appropriate garb of loose shorts and old cotton tee, staring at your phone intermittently, looking at e mails, making calls, clicking keys on your Linux machine.
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