awake

This new schedule has thrown me for a loop. I’m back to sleeping in an empty bed, and I don’t much care for it.

The house is quiet, every noise breaks my slumber. I toss, I turn, I reach to find sheets, cold and empty.

I catch myself wandering around, bare feet on carpeted stairs, listening to the hum of the house, wishing he were home.

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