A woman sleeps alone tonight. She wonders why she cannot stop. Thinking about him. Even after not seeing him for weeks, she thinks about his touch, smell, kiss, and smile. She longs to taste and feel again, she longs for more. When she turns over she wraps her arm around her side and images it is his hand gripping her tight. As she sleeps alone, the night seems longer then before. Mesmerized by how empty the room feels and how full her heart can be with just one more night in his arms. Her hunger is comprised to the thought of just one more unchastised moment to not feel lonely.