She'd come out of surgery the day before, screaming all night, but we were used to that in one another and could sleep through noises of pain and sadness, or talk through them, about movies and boyfriends and sex and God, back and forth across the beds.
When I go to bed and I'm supposed to be asleep, I sometimes talk to friends online or text them but it doesn't really affect my sleep because I like to wake up early.