Listening to the even breathing of the man next to me, I feel a little empty. Although he is sleeping next to me, he just got off my body 15 minutes ago. His body belongs to me now, but he does not completely belong to me. He has a wife and a son. I stole this moment of warmth. Yes, I snatched it away from his wife. "I may be repaid," I murmured softly and slowly lay down. I was a little sleepy. "My wife is going to sleep soon." The man next to me said in my sleep that I was startled away from my sleepiness. This is not a name for me, but for that woman. Tonight I have insomnia again.