I didn’t think I’d miss you, but the bed feels big and empty.
I turn over my damp pillow and wipe my wet cheeks. My feet are like ice, I wish I could place my soles against your warm legs.
I curl into the mattress and pull the duvet up to my chin. I don’t remember the bedroom having so many shadows.
I still sleep on the left, I could move to the right now or starfish in the middle. I could drop toast crumbs in the bed. I could do lots of things, but I don’t.
I didn’t think I would miss you, but I do.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.