Frayed Conciousness

0754hrs: I have no idea what I'm doing awake at this time. I should be comfortably snuggled under my covers now, fending off the early morning cold. But I've been having interrupted sleep all night. Thoughts of her tear their way into my unconciousness. Dreams about times we've had, places we've been. My emotions are playing me for a fool. And I feel tormented. I'm playing with the idea of going cycling now. But the broken sleep I've had doesn't inspire much confidence in taking on the morning traffic. And the idea of being roadkill isn't very appealing either.

Why am I allowing this to happen to me? Ma cherie, do you not see I'm being tormented?

I'm cold @ 0804hrs