It's 2am, and I Can't Sleep. If This Makes Sense, I'm Sorry

2am, in bed fully clothed, complete with scarf, coat , mittens. Is my radiator not working, or is it just the coldness of my heart that has seeped through and saturated my entire being? I remember a few weeks ago in your cold, bedroom, you tried to spoon me. You never touch me after sex so right away I knew something was wrong. You just wanted to stay warm, but I pretended that you just wanted to cuddle. Sometimes that's my motive for having sex, the hope that it will lead to cuddling. If that ever got out it would ruin my street whore cred. You actually covered me up again when I had fallen asleep and kept kicking my blankets off. I'm always shocked when you do something so thoughtful. Last time I slept over, you almost punched me in your half sleeping state because when I got up to leave for work, you could "hear my shoes clickety clacking across the floor." I wish you could hear my soul breakety breaking across town as I try to sleep. I keep inviting you to sleep over for the extra body heat which is pretty ridiculous considering how skinny we both are. Can two twigs rubbed together still make a fire?