awoken by a quarrel,
you speak,
I am still semi-conscious,
I hear your voice,
I know you speak, not to me,
but I also hope you talk not to your...whatever,
I wish that I could go back to sleep,
please let me sleep,
each word rips my heart a little more,
I fear, I shake,
This is not working like it is supposed to,
Why can't you feel, see, hear, touch, etc. like me?
-daniel
