It's 2:17 a.m. Ask me how I know... I've been staring at this clock for hours. The room's silent except for the occasional sound of my cat rearranging and my own breaths, which are already coming a little quicker than they probably should. I have to get up early tomorrow, and work's gonna suck if I'm dragging, but sleep? Yeah, right. Not when my mind's stuck on you. I roll onto my back, the cool sheet sliding over my skin...