Where are you?

I turn over, the sleep draining from my eyes once more, eluding me, hiding where I can not find it. Sleep once found me with ease, in all places, all times. Movies, classes, chairs, they were all sleep's domain, but now, sleep has fled from them all. I reach forward, my hand grasps sheets, cold sheets, devoid of the warmth of one that I long for, the one that I love. My eyes slip closed, my arms pulled close, grasping for the warmth of someone, anything, but it never comes. Cold, just cold is all that my arms feel. The clock blinking, my eyes blinded by it's glow, I turn over once more, will I find sleep this time? I , mutter to myself, "Sleep, where are you? Dear, where are you?" But no answer, never an answer, the words echoing into my room, disappearing behind the piles of clothes, the books piled on the floor, it dissipates, gone, like sleep. I press my eyes shut, pain flashes from my face, my lip's now cracked, the taste of blood from the dried, cracked lips, my eyes closed tight, painfully tight. I can feel something now, is it sleep? Is it fear? Or is it hope? My eyes open once more, a tear sliding across my cheek, cold, as I murmur once more, "Where are you?"