Haven.

You go away into a parallel world; one where you're alone. I am lying counting cracks on the ceiling and checking my phone. You are away, although you are right next to me, living and breathing in a different space.

The space is dark, just like you like it. It's lined with books. No sunlight comes in. The books glow with the faraway light of your computer. The world outside is shut away, you can't hear anything over the music from your headphones and the impatient thoughts in your head. The space is sacred. It isn't disturbed by people and their petty opinions. It remains untouched by the the troubles of the commoners. 

I fall asleep waiting for you to come back. When I wake up, you're there, wearing a small smile. It's hard to tell whether you're away or you've returned.