Each midnight, I would wait for the 3 am hour—my favorite; my only time to feel you.
I laid on my bed, leaving a space beside me. The clock flashed the time—2:58 am. I closed my eyes. The winds slipped through the open window. The bedsheets curved. The free space of the mattress sagged. The urge to open my eyes intensified.
You were here.
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