Insomniac Maniac

It's 3am,
And I can't sleep.

Again.

Moonlight trickles slowly through half closed blinds,
Painting our bedroom a black and white nightmare,
Trailing dancing shadows over your face.

You open your eyes,
And tell me that I scare you.

Then you roll over,
And push yourself backwards into my arms.

I smell the strawberries hidden in your hair,
And instantly fall asleep.

Now that's chemistry....