I opened my eyes to a bedroom that was enormous and completely still.
The morning version of his bedroom was different from the night version I'd walked into. Night had made it intimate somehow, the city glittering below like something out of a film, the darkness softening everything. Morning stripped that away.
I lay there for a moment. Still in his bed.
He was not.
I sat up. His side was cool.
He'd been gone for a while.
Something about that landed quietly in my chest. I didn’t know what I’d expected. But the empty space beside me, the cool sheets, the sound of absolutely nothing from the rest of the apartment had a specific feeling to it that I wasn't quite ready for first thing in the morning.
I got up. Found my dress hung up, pulled it on. The mirror in the bathroom confirme
