I hate waking up in the middle of night to an empty bed beside me.
In mid summer when it was boiling hot you used to sneak out of bed and go sleep on the bed in the guest room. It was much cooler there and my body didn't radiate all that heat.
I would wake up to find you gone and immediatly I'd go to look for you. I was always upset at first but then I would see you sleeping so peacefully and all I would do is lift you in my arms and take you back to my bed. Your arms would instinctively wrap around my neck and rubbing your cheek against my chest you would whisper,"Thank you Sir".
It was disarming. I felt alive. With those words you stirred everything I wanted to feel and for the rest of the night I would sleep like a king.
These days I wake up in the middle of the night and the space is always empty. It still upsets me. I'd go for a walk around the boat to clear my head but always returning to that hateful absence.
