That night, at about midnight, I heard him get up and leave the room. I didn't move, hoping that he would come back. About 10 minutes later, he came back in. I saw him come in, and I had to laugh at him.

"What?"

"Look at you! What are you wearing?" I kept laughing at him, but he didn't deem to mind.

"I'm sorry ok? I can't help it if oompa 70 made these for me; it was her first time making pajamas. It's not like I like them."

"I know… but… little purple w's? Why didn't you have her make you new ones?"

"I never got around to it…"

"You like them don't you? I can't believe it! Why not just have little pink flowers and rainbows on them? I can't believe you even wear little purple w's scattered across a light purple background. Man, you really don't grow up."

"Well… what about what you're wearing hmm?"

I got up and stood beside the bed in a model-like pose. "I wouldn't be talking about what I wear to bed if I were you."

He looked it over, and cleared his throat. "Good point."

The rest of the night went well, I guess. I slept pretty well besides the fact that even though I told Wonka not to touch me while I was asleep, he would every once in a while put his hand on me. I would have to tell him to take it off though. That kept me awake most of the time. Finally, I got up and lay down on the floor for the night.

"What are you doing down there?"

"Oh, what do you want?"

"I thought the point was to be together tonight."

"Well, I can't sleep when you keep… touching me. I had to move."

"Please come back up here. I promise I won't touch you. Please? I don't want you to be upset. Come on, I'll help you get to sleep."

I thought about this for a moment, and then came upon the decision to go back up with him, because he had promised not to touch me. It wasn't like I didn't like it; it was that when I'm trying to sleep, I don't like to be bothered.

"Thank you, maybe now I can sleep."

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you think I keep putting my hand on you? I can't sleep. I think I'm nervous about tomorrow. I just figured that if I did that, it would help me sleep. I'm sorry if I was bothering you, but I'm really tired and all I want is to go to sleep."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know that you were having trouble sleeping. Maybe there is something I can do to help."

"I don't think so. Maybe I should go back to my room."

"No, stay here. Maybe if we talk about it, it will help. Don't worry about tomorrow. We are going to be just fine. We are going to spend the rest of our lives together. You don't have to worry about that. I would never do anything unfaithful to you, and I would never break your heart. You just have to believe in us."

"I've been trying to tell myself that. It doesn't seem to do me any good. I'm just nervous."

"Here, let me help."

I began to sing to him, and he closed his eyes. After I had stopped, I said his name. I got no response. At least one of us was asleep. I lie there, trying to fall asleep. I looked at him, and he was like an angel. He didn't move, and the only sound I heard was his breath. I remembered a while back when I was in the hospital. The sound of him breathing had put me to sleep before, and it was about to do it again.