Silly girl, dreams are for kids.
I roll over in my bed, still caught up in a dream, expecting to be greeted by the warm comfort of your body next to mine. My hands blindly search for your back but fall short and find nothing but a cold, lifeless pillow.
You’re not here.
I open my eyes a little and see the bed is empty, which leaves me disappointed. Still under the influence of a deep sleep and a hypnotic dream (a very bad combination), I roll over to check my phone, maybe you messaged. The phone blinds my sleepy eyes, and I wince as I open it up. I had a few waiting messages but none from you, the only one I had hoped for.
The light violently triggers my consciousness, leading me to realize the folly of my foolish actions.
I’m left lying wide-awake in my empty bed, staring at my empty phone, remembering that we don’t even talk anymore.
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