April 2, 2011 (Written on April 2nd)

 Its been one year. To the day.  Pretty much, to the hour. My friend, snuggled safely in her bed, waiting for her lover.  Her lover and him, sitting on the porch.  Me, tossing and turning, sleeplessly, heart pounding, excitement boiling, like a child the night before Christmas

For the third time, I joined them out there, on the constantly damp, insect infested couches.  I threw on a sweater, fearing the nip of the cool April nights, and emerged, heart pounding and wild-eyed "I can't sleep"
 
So he got up took my hand.  Said goodnight to my friend's lover.  Guided me to my bed.  Lay down beside me and put his arm under my head.  He pulled the blanket around my cold body and kissed my forehead.

That's the last night I truly slept.