Wed 2:33AM, 25th January 2012

Night after night for two weeks, I fell asleep next to you and awoke to your unflattering morning breath which soon never seemed to bother me. Now, I fall asleep alone, and wake up alone. Loneliness isn’t pleasant, not when you’ve grown so familiar with company. The warmth of your body helped me fall asleep, it made me feel safe, a part of me believes you take away the bad dreams. That you are my dream catcher.
I miss my dream catcher, I miss falling asleep next you, and waking up to your croaky morning voice, whispering “Good morning beautiful.”
But for the next nights, I’ll find myself tossing and turning cuddling my blanket thinking its you, and ending up in the corner of the bed just like I do at yours and waking up with disappointment when you aren’t there.