dear ida,
for the first time in a long time i felt sad waking up alone. it was a perfect sleep in and smooch morning. cool breeze blowing in, nothing really scheduled for the day, and a lovely half-dazy dream state sweeping over my body.
it was like i almost expected to roll over and be faced with his shoulder blades; he always sleeps on his side in the morning. but, no - the reality is just that - a reality. and i was, again, alone.
xo, me.
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