As the years had gone by, and Emily had realized that her sleeping problems were not going away. She had cut down on her human interaction, especially the intimate kind.
But at the end of the day, she was still just a human being. A woman who craved love and affection. A physical and emotional bond with another human being. Someone with whom she could close her eyes for a bit, and pretend like they were going somewhere together.
Like they would get to know each other. Realise that they were meant to be. Get married, get a house, have kids, raise those children together.
But then reality would set in.
Ultimately, after a few dates, when the men realized that the relationship was not progressing like they wanted it to, things would end. But before the inevitable end, Emily had begun to see a pattern. Something so repetitive that she had come to expect it with every new relationship that she got into.
