To Sleep
She likes the way he makes her feel. He is funny and charming in a rugged self depreciating way. He almost makes her feel hopeful.
She was more terrified of giving up the drink than she was of being dependent. Sober she thought all the pressure and pain would be too much for her to bear.
And it was when she was all alone at night just itching for a bottle of red because it was as natural as breathing. But when he was around she thought maybe she could survive.
He seemed to care even if she did not know why. At first it seemed to be simply because she was a pathetic drunk, and now... Now he even seemed to like her company. She secretly liked the way her snide comments made him smile. And she liked that suddenly she was not completely alone. It did not matter that he had seen her at her weakest.
She liked sharing the quietness of a cold night waiting for him to finish a cigarette. It was an odd type of unity but she would never even think of taking even the smallest drag.
It would never be what she had but he was enough to help her sleep through the night.