When it is late as it is now, and I am tired, I feel the urge to go to sleep. But my mind would make it even sweeter, giving me images which show me happiness, comfort, and joy.. I am held up, as either a twink or a girl, as my boyfriend would hold me. He would wrap me up in a blanket, snug and warm, and he would make me feel secure. I sit on a couch next to him, and slowly but surely my body goes lower on his, until I am lying over his lap, his hand is on my head, absent-mindedly patting and stroking my hair, as I fall asleep. We sit on a bed, facing each other, legs wrapped around each other, and arms holding each other tight. No words are spoken; all that we need is each other's warmth, as we rest our heads on the other's shoulder. It's in the winter. We're in a cabin. There's no soul to be seen, no other indicator that anyone but us exist. The sky is a deep black, with stars shining, and the northern lights fill the sky. We sit outside, wrapped in blankets, my hand in his, my head on his shoulder. We gaze at the sky, and hours pass. The tempature is well below freezing, but we keep each other warm. It's the same cabin. The sky is pitch-black, the air is cool and refreshing. Snowflakes slowly glide down, gently covering the land in snow. We sit inside, the hearth is burning, and we watch the night pass. He sits on the sofa, and I rest my head on his lap, half-asleep. ...but then, I actually go to sleep. I am alone, my room is cold, my bed is cold, and all I have to look for is another day of the same emptiness, another day of watching other people hold hands, hug, or even just smile at each other. I'd cry if I could.