jackofallgeeks | A Sleepless Night

He couldn't sleep.
The apartment was dark. And warm. Much too warm. He rolled over again, throwing the blankets into a heap on the wooden floor. The wind outside his window rushed and swelled like the sea, crashing into his room.

He closed the window a bit, to cut down on the noise. Not content to be silenced, the wind moaned into the empty apartment. He put his head under his pillow, then back out again. He rolled over. He almost got up for some water, but decided that it would only wake him up.

Two more hours before he had to get up.
He rolled over again, facing the wall. In his mind, he stroked her hair, kissed her cheek, and fell asleep in her arms.

As I said, this is only a half-thought little piece, most of it grounded solidly in my experiences last night. I feel it's shoddy work at best. The only thing that really struck me is the last sentence, "In his mind, he stroked her hair, kissed her cheek, and fell asleep in her arms," and it's the only part that I really would care to keep. It has little impact on it's own, I fear, and the wording could maybe be improved quite a bit. I also like the sleepless night and surf-like wind, but I'm really not much pleased with this piece.