I think I started sleeping again.
And I only say that because I can never remember the night before.
Usually that happens when I'm burying my throat in liquor.
But I know I slept because when I woke up you were still there.
That feint color of a ghost that seemed as real as real can get yet fake enough to know I was dreaming.
I think I started sleeping again because I've been listening to your favorite songs before bed.