The next morning my alarm went off, but I was already awake. My eyes were glued to the ceiling, staring blankly at the white expanse. In the time I had been staring I had noticed the nail pops, small cracks in the plasterboard, and the all consuming ache in my chest.
I had slept terribly; tossing and turning, fighting nightmares, and periods of insomnia.
As I laid there I realized it was the first night in months that Bella wasn't next to me in the bed. Her wonderful freesia scent and warmth filling the room. It had been months since I had awoken without her soft body curled into mine, our limbs entangled.
Instead, this morning, the bed was cold.
No good morning kisses.
No morning sex with my goddess.
No sweet smiles.