I tripped over my heart; just fell. Like that. From over the bed. A warm squirrely feeling was rapidly rising underneath my chest, right next to my heart. Stroking my senses with rabid sensations. I swam out of the room to find empty air, rich with your perfume and screaming silence, whispering your words. It delivered me to a strange land of…of something…something I can not define.
The breakfast lay on the table. The newspaper on the sofa. Everything was as it would have been. But nothing was as it should have been.
This morning I woke up to an empty house, numb senses and infinite love.
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