When Is The Night Over?

I Am A Classic 'star Trek' Fanatic.

I Figured Being A Bed Salesman Was A Job Of Biblically Bad Paradox. I Mean, Here He Was, Forced To Stand For Eight Or Nine Hours A Day, And The Whole Time He’s Surrounded By Beds. And Not Only That, He’s Surrounded By Shoppers Who See The Beds And Can’t Help But Think, Man, I’d Love To Lie Down On That Bed For A Second. So Not Only Does He Have To Stop Himself From Lying Down, But He Has To Stop Everyone Else From Doing It, Too. I Knew If I Were Him, I Would Be Desperate For Human Company.

The Universe Doesn't Decide What's Right Or Not Right. You Do.

But She's Not, And I Am Left To Wonder On My Own: How Does This Work, The Getting To Know A New Guy Without Revealing Too Much Desperation For His Undivided Attention?

Better To End This Dream Before It Becomes A Nightmare.