Felt weird, getting up on my side of the bed again, having slept fitfully through the night. Kept expecting to hear soft breathing beside me. Waking up alone felt really weird. I so wanted to wake up and find that it was still only Monday or Tuesday morning, with someone beside me.
Still ... beats Wednesday night / yesterday morning, and the final night, final morning blues. That night, I really couldn't sleep at all. I wanted to be conscious and savour as much of our precious time together.
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