from where?

she lies awake in the dark, thinking about thinking of you.

should i? should i not? maybe i should...
decisions, decisions, decisions.
where does it all go? how would it all end? would it end? or is it just the beginning?

she tosses around in bed for the millionth time that night trying to find somewhere comfortable. it's tough to sleep with all these going through your head. it's like running, but not quite fast enough to catch up with yourself. and the hurdles are too high for her to reach...
finally, her head settles into the softness of the pillow. looking up into the ceiling painted with stars, she imagines a shooting star. she shuts her eyes quickly and makes a quick wish.

and then opening her eyes again, she smiles before turning on her side.

i'm thinking of you.

straight from the heart, as usual.