Nights that don’t let me sleep.

Nights that don’t let me sleep. Sometimes the night feels endless. I keep my heels on because lying down feels like surrender. My hijab stays on, but I wish someone knew what’s hidden underneath. I keep moving because my body feels restless when I am alone. There are moments when I imagine fingers moving under my hijab where no one’s allowed. I stay awake because my body keeps asking for things I don’t say out loud. I wonder if these nights would feel different if someone stood close enough to breathe with me. Maybe that’s why I write, to let my desires come out instead of staying trapped inside me.