September 28, 2016
3 days. I'll miss this bed. The smell of sleep on you. Do you know what? My fondest memories of you are mostly in the mornings. Your yawn, your elbow on my face when you stretch, your gentle good morning nudge, your dreams, your sleeptalking, the few times you've woken up ahead of me, your proud prance when you've successfully prepared breakfast, the blanket wrapped around your waist, your smile when you see me watching you. Dear love, in a few days I'll be on a bus, a plane, a train, a boat. I don't know if I should go.