Sleepwalking.

Amazing how I slept well last night. Only five hours that seemed to have lasted ten.

That, despite the bizarre thing that happened. In the middle of the night, I woke up wondering if you were in my house. I got up and opened my room's door, checked the living room and the other room and you weren't anywhere to be found, so I fell back on the bed and fainted.
Now there's living proof that my unconscious agrees with my rational mind on the subject.

I am a dying leaf desperately chasing the sun of your love.