The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.
I want him to let me lie with my head on his lap.
I want him to pet my hair and tell me “shh, baby girl.”
I want to nuzzle into his chest and make little mewing kitten noises until he smiles and kisses the top of my head.
I want to take little naps snuggled up to him.
It’d be nice.