I cannot sleep

I pass the time by arranging pillows next to myself. Not because I am cold, but because in that big bed, a single form feels far too lonely. I need a weight next to me, someone with sleepy hands to wrap around my waist and to breathe on my neck, to pull me close in the morning and kiss me. I wish I had what it took to believe someone could be next to me in spirit, but I just lie alone but pillows at my back and maybe they will tell me they love me, goodnight.
Maybe.