It’s late at night and I had been waking up from sleep every half an hour, slowly getting more and more frustrated, until I hear the sound of tossing sheets.

I quickly check the clock, 4AM. The hell?

I twist sleepily in my sheets to see you standing up from the motel couch where you were sleeping.

I watch as you wrench on your shoes and I let out a low noise, not wanting to wake up Sam too. “Where you goin’?” I ask in a gruff, tired voice.