i wonder how often things repeat themselves. years ago i remember pulling up to the front of her house and looking up at the stars as i walked in and when i left. i saw a shooting star there once walking out one evening. i remember sitting in her living room downstairs watching tv, me on one couch, her on another. this time the couches were different, some new pictures hung on the walls and a huge big screen tv was wedged into the corner. the table in the middle of the room was the same. so was the outcome of the evening: her doing the talking, me doing the listening, her doing the sleeping, me doing the watching and sitting. it really is something to watch a person sleep. maybe we keep our secrets there. maybe if you watch someone close enough while they are lost in REM you can get a glimpse into their souls. i like watching people sleep. no matter what is happening in their lives when people sleep usually they are covered in a peaceful state. their dreams could be tortorous and stressful but their faces look tranquil. there's just something about seeing someone you care about sleep, that's all. i'm not crazy.

or maybe you only hear them snore.