This week is off to a horrible start. The fact that this week would be crappy was pretty much a given, but it’s not what I expected.
In my dreams she’s right there…standing just in front of me and we’re having a conversation about insignificant things. I notice the way she looks at me and just when I realize how wonderful it is to be with her again, I’m awake. Now I stare across a dark empty room. I can be still and quiet, or wander about the house aimlessly…
There is no one calling me back to bed.
There is no one complaining that I fell asleep with the TV on, again.
There is no one sliding their foot next to mine under the covers just to be in contact as we sleep.
There is no one waking me because my snoring is waking them.
When I want to talk…when I want to scream…when I want someone to understand what I feel with just a look…
There is no one.
Not one like her any where in the world.