Finales Are Like Infants: A Learning Experience.

I've been awake for two days now.
I'm scared to close the glass house doors.
If I do, the leaking faucet I left on in the bathroom will break;
My house will flood.
I'm scared to cut the lights off.
When it's dark, you're here, and making noises.
Which I don't think is necessarily a bad thing;
It's just painful to see you.
I keep the door open because I want you to walk out.
If you do, I can sleep.
I can scream.
I can finally collapse and never stand back up.
I love you…