Dear Jack,
Posted on April 24th, 2007 in Emotional Angst
I sleep on your side of the bed when you are away you know.
Somehow it’s less lonely that way. Our bed seems less vast and empty. Besides, I can smell you on your pillow, and your side has the alarm clock which I never use because I have the two alarm clocks that wake me up by jumping on my head and giggling just as the sun is coming up.
Your side also has the lamp with the light bulb that is better for reading.
I might sell a kidney if it meant that you could be home with me. I do have two after all. I wouldn’t miss one as much as I miss you.
I sleep on your side of the bed and I sigh sadly, wondering what you are doing just then, so far away. Probably sleeping, like I should be.
Sleep hardly seems attainable when I am on your side of the bed, where you should be. Your things are still here. Your smell is still here. All that is missing is your warm and familiar body under the covers with me.
*Sigh*
I am impatient to have you back here. Right this minute wouldn’t be soon enough for me. Your side of the bed misses you. I miss you.
All My Love,
Shasta
April 25th, 2007 at 4:49 am
It’s bad when he’s gone, isn’t it? Mine is gone on business tonight. That means I’ll sleep on his side of the bed. Because not only the larm clock is there, but the sex toys are too.
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April 25th, 2007 at 6:47 am
Cherrie,
Oooohhh
All the sex toys stay on my side… or in the closet… or under the bathroon sink… They tend to end up all over within the confines of our bedroom, LOL.
I’m thinking of you this evening in our mutual lonliness.
*HUGS*
Shasta
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April 27th, 2007 at 10:58 am
It would have been fun to share that loneliness together . . .
Maybe someday!
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