the tiny three-parter condensed (aka: don't post from my phone.)

Got up too early this morning. Couldn't sleep, the familiar ache of lonely too painful to shut my eyes again. Another night of baby dreams and waking up crying. Part of me thinks that this particular child craving is just a deeper arm of loneliness reaching into my subconscious. If no one else will abate the terrible pain of it, dammit, I will grow my own companionship, my own interdependence, and then never be so lonely again. It's a thought, anyway.