IX.It feels like I only closed my eyes a minute ago. When I open them again, it's already morning. Our glorious first night together feels like a distant dream, delicious as it was. John is nowhere to be seen.
Stretching and yawning a few times, I let my eyes adjust to the light filtering through the curtains and listen for any indicators of his presence elsewhere in the flat. Nothing.
It's chilly, as it should be in early December. Time to turn the thermostat up.
I get up and wrap the duvet throw around me while I search the room. His clothes are gone.
As I make my way down into the living room, I still see no sign of him. There's a note on the coffee table.
"Didn't want to wake you. Am visiting my parents today. See you tomorrow at work."
A bit strange that he just left like that,
