Sleep. Deprived.

Could you do me the tiniest of favours?
Could you stay with me tonight?
In my bed.
We don't have to copulate, mind you.
At least not at first.
Sometimes you just miss another person keeping you awake.
The pads of someone else's feet on your legs.
Think about it.
Let me know.
I'll even make you toutons in the morning.

Dudes can disregard this post.
It's the softness I miss.
Not bristly hairs that remind me of my own.