I woke up and the light coming in through the curtains, made it clear that it was in the evening, at seven pm, the sun had already set and all.
I woke up looking at the unfamiliar bed remembering what happened before with Christian and all, something about the way he made me feel was warm. The way he held me in his arms while I cried. Looking back at it, I didn’t even have a reason to cry and yet, I was feeling so bad for some reason. I didn’t know that I could feel his comfortable in arms, I snuggle into the sheets as I think about him, the scent on his bedsheets lingering such that it made it feel like he was there.
I feel better now and I think talk to him, I need to anyways. Sparring myself those few extra minutes cuddling into his pillow and relishing in the soft smooth sheets. I get up. Reasoning that he is in the kitchen, that is where he is always at these days anyways.