3 am drowsy conversations has a hint of honesty that comes from being half asleep but also from the comfort of knowing the one lying next to you is a safe spot. There are hmmm and ummms laced in the truth that your half asleep voice carries. There are no filters at 3 am, the coffee has left your system. So you talk of dreams and fears alike, looking at the shadows on the roof with the celling fan acting as a background score. And somewhere between these 3 am conversations I found a friend, I found the truth in my thoughts. Dressed but absolutely stripped off guards, bonds created in naked thoughts triump naked bodies.