After a certain hour it is just plain unacceptable to
call people and ask them how they're doing. Instead
of interrupting your slumber, I will lie in bed and
imagine you next to me. I can almost get it perfect:
The coldness of your exposed shoulders; the weight
of your hand

on mine. This comforts me to sleep, but around
5:35 in the morning I wake up and remember my
game, but not quickly enough. You aren't there,
and it's too painful to really think about.