I have tried melatonin and ambien and counting sheep. Self care and self harm, self sabotage and self love. Anything to quiet the voices in my head and to let my mind sleep. And then there was you, with soft lips and eskimo kisses. You and the bedtime stories behind your eyes, fingertips laced with sleep as you run them through my hair. Who knew, all along, that you would be the answer to my insomnia?