This little piece of fiction is linked to Saturday Centus week 148. The prompt is in bold. To read other stories using this prompt, just click here.
Without you around I sleep like a baby!
I cry every four hours and I think that, perhaps, maybe…
…this trial separation’s becoming quite a big trial!
I toss and I cry and I quite want to dial
your cell phone so I can hear you voice mail.
If I hear your damned voice maybe I can remember
all the reasons I hate you then I can surrender
to a peaceful night’s sleep which I really need! Maybe!
I cry like a baby!