I wrote this about 4 months ago

I start to stir, it must be morning. My eyes flutter open; I stare at the wall waiting for my mind to wake with me. A smile spreads across my face, as I remember the night before. Quietly I roll over, my arm reaching out. The smile disappears and is replaced by a frown; the place next to me is empty. Maybe I dreamed your presence, maybe the ache in my body wasn’t put there by our love, and maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.

I rise and dress, I look once more at the bed, I am sure you were there. I tidy the room and make the bed the hospital corners mocking me. I fluff the pillows and place them at the head of the bed. I grab one back up and bring it up to my face and inhale the scent. There goes my mind again. I think I smell you presences. Sighing I throw down the pillow and walk out shutting the door behind me. Hoping to shut out the image that I swear was there. You.

I walk through the house nothing seems out of place, maybe it is my mind that is in the wrong place. I sigh once again and continue on, doing what needs to be done. I head to the kitchen to clean last night’s dishes and there in the stark morning light right next to the coffee is a piece of paper.

I gasp no it isn’t my mind, no it isn’t me, you were here we did spend the night together I grab the piece of paper like a child reaching for that lolly they know they aren’t meant to have

“Thank you for a lovely night, have just gone down the street to get breakfast, be back very soon”