Sleepwalking

She can’t change the man laying next to her but she knows that all things, in their time, do change. So she waits, wide-eyed and hopeless in the dark, thinking of dreams that she might have some day. That they’re together. That he has time for her. That he wants her just as much as she wants him. She worries that she'll wake up and the dream will disappear, so she doesn’t sleep at all, not when she’s near him. She curls up closer to his warm body and as soon as they touch, he rolls away. There is a crack where the curtains meet, and she stares through it, waiting for the sun to rise.