I wanted to start this entry with waking up with a pair of knees pushed into my back, but I didn't really wake up. I spent a few hours shifting around in bed while Matt slept soundly. He did turn over, once or twice, and eventually curled up his legs until his knees rested against my back. Instead of nudging him to get some space back, I decided to give up on sleep and do something other than lying in bed.

When I first moved in with Matt, my sudden absence used to worry him, but he's gotten used to it though he still checks up on me. Wanders out half asleep, looks at me for a moment, and goes back to bed. In a way it reminds me of how once in a while my brother calls me from his work place in the middle of the day, short phone calls with no real purpose at all, but always the same question, "What are you doing?" As if his moments of looking in on me is simply hearing my voice for a minute or two telling him what I pulled myself away from before he returns to his daily grind.