Without him in my bed, I feel vulnerable for nightmares' attack. There is too much room to toss and turn, wiggle and kick. There is no protective arm wrapped around me or chest beating consistently to sooth my soul. I lack the quiet soft kisses on my forehead or him brushing my hair, readying for sleep. I miss our rambling back and forth to silence our minds. But most of all, I just miss our easy sleep, drifting off together until the sun rises again.
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