Do we still sleep together? I can never remember. I try to wear myself out so I just pass out, blinking in the dim five am light until my eyes cement closed and when I wake up, I am alone, hanging sideways off the bed with my pillows scattered on the floor, strangled by the blankets and the sheets are nowhere to be found. And neither are you, anywhere to be found. So do we still sleep together? It does not feel like it but maybe. Perhaps.