It seems that the worse part of the day for me is nighttime. I don't sleep well at night. It seems to evade me most nights. It's also the time that a deep loneliness sets in and I don't know what to do with it. It's when thoughts start running wild. It's when the depression becomes oppressive. It's when the nightmares of the past come flooding in. It's when you wish that you had someone to love you unconditionally, to hold you, to tell you that everything is okay. Yet, these things never happen. It's true that one is the loneliest number...Tears fall silently to the pillow and then fitful sleep for a few hours.