I miss sleeping with you.
I miss how you lazily kiss my forehead and pull me closer to you, wordlessly urging me to go back to sleep as dawn breaks and the sun peeks slowly through the window.
I miss how our legs intertwine under the sheets, our toes brushing against each other as we play half asleep footsies under the covers.
I miss how our hearts beat in almost the same rhythm. I miss how my head rises and falls on top of your chest as you breathe in the scent of my hair.
And when the sun rises at 7 in the morning I still turn to your side of the bed, hoping that you’re here instead of these pillows - lifeless reminders of the space you once occupied but never fully evacuated.
