Monday morning. Usually by this time we'd be tangled up in one another, drowsily racing for off switches and snooze buttons so as to better preserve our precious cozy time together. Sometimes you'd stay in bed longer, gorgeous and warm beneath the duvet, all curled up. Mornings like that, it hurt me to leave. It tugged at my heartstrings, every time, looking back at you from the doorway on my way to work - already looking forward to seeing you again Thursday.
Today I woke with my arms around a stuffed monkey, still, silent, tear-damp.
I miss you so much.
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