Friday, January 25, 2008

• Soma

  "Je veux me reveiller, me reveiller avec toi."
            I want to wake up, wake up with you.

  When Manfriend and I first subscribed to last.fm, we would watch eachother's scrobbling. We would compete to see whose rate of scrobble surpassed the other, whose gestalt looked radder than the other's.

  We weren't living with eachother at the time. I was sleeping at his house some nights. Most nights.

  The nights that I didn't sleep over, I would stay up ludicrously late and just listen to music. The next day I saw him, he'd accuse me of scrobbling while I was sleeping, scrobbling music that I wasn't truly listening to. But I was listening. I stayed up til 4 in the am because I have a hard time going to bed if I have to go to bed alone.

  Even now. If he goes to sleep early, I'll stay up extra extra late. I postpone the inevitable. Which is going to bed to face a turned back and dispondent body, a lover that does not love. Almost as bad as going to sleep alone.

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