....

Its 2:30 in the morning.

I don't know why I'm still awake.

I don't know how my body is going to wake up tomorrow, sleep deprived and all.

I don't know what I am waiting for, the coming storm or a warm and comforting hug.

Questions nagging, poking me every single second. I am restless, and I don't know why. Maybe its the caffeine I consumed earlier. But nope, this feels like it is something different. Like my body is just waiting for something. My eyes, though tired and sleepy, fights the urge to close.

Maybe, I am waiting for you. I just want to be within arm's length of you. I really don't know what to do.