"Well I used to be a hero, then I met you."

"Would you believe me if I said I had superpowers?"

"Not at all."
"Why not?"

"Because I know you, and I know you don't."

"That's what you think."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, I sneak out at night to fight crime."
"No you don't."

"How do you know?"

"Because I hold you tight every night."
"Y'know, some people might find that smothering."

"You've never complained before."

"I said some people, not me."

"So you admit you don't fight crime."

"At night."

"What?"

"Maybe my day job is crime-fighting, huh? Ever think of that?"

"But I've driven you to work before."

"Maybe it's just a drop off point, maybe that's where I keep my costume."

"Does your costume consist of tights?'

"I feel like that's an unrelated question."

"You're right, I just enjoy imagining you in tights."

 "You're not taking this seriously, This is serious. You could not know me at all!"

"You're right. I don't know if I can handle this stress."

"Are you going to break up with me?"

"No."
"See, told you I had super powers."

"What?"

"You're still here."

"That's not a super power."

"It is to me."

"You're crazy."

"Crazy-- In love."

Awakening (Redeux)

The sun becomes too much to bear.
"Face it," You whisper into my ear, "we can't sleep all day."

Yeah, because sleeping was on my list of things to do for today.

To motivate me, you open the curtains, and it's bright.
I groan; think to myself, "At least I'm up after the sun."
What kind of life would I live if I had to be awake before the sun?

What kind of life would I live if you weren't there to wake me up every morning?

Awakening

My alarm screams, I scramble to turn it off.

I'm awake.

The sun hasn't even risen yet, and neither has my higher level thinking.

"How I love my life." I think to myself.

I struggle to clothe myself; it's only a struggle because I've boycotted the use of my dresser. Everything goes on the floor in neat little piles.

Unfortunately for me, I don't understand the concept of neat.

I'm still alone, and that burning feeling is almost enough to drive me into the blackness, but by the time I start thinking about that, the sun is beginning to peak over the city line.

Besides, I can't be thinking of that stuff all the time. I've got a life to live.