10:30 p.m. last night, the familiar sounds of the Beatles' Can't Buy Me Love start eminating from my cell phone.

Who the hell is calling me this late, I thought as I reached for my phone. I didn't recognize the number so I let it go. Then one minute later it rang again. The same number. Finally on the fourth ring I picked up.

It was him. I knew why he was calling. What he wanted. I had planned on sleeping in my own comfortable bed with it's many blankets and four large pillows all to myself. He had other ideas.

So I slept on the futon last night. With one pillow. Sharing a down comforter.

This morning was rough. The alarm on my phone started ringing at 6:15 a.m. Not a nice sound to hear after only finally falling asleep at 4. I scrambled around next to the futon for the offending noise so as not to wake him up. I shouldn't have worried. He can sleep through a tornado.

Hitting the snooze function gained me an additional 15 minutes of much coveted sleep.

Then it was back to reality. Back to my usual routine, shower, coffee and the full-time job. It was still dark when I departed his apartment. I didn't want to wake him but I left him with a little peck on the forehead and a promise to see him later tonight. He begged me to stay. I just chuckled, told him I wished I could and headed out the door into the rainy November day with thoughts of last night to keep me warm.

There will be time for a nap later.